Friday, September 21, 2018

A Bubble With Trouble!

Pat is back once more with a rhyming one at our shore. Those we don't mind. They work well for my rhyming behind. He also channeled some of me and went as random as can be.


Look at that
Characters as random as the cat.
Soap, Paperball, Toothpick, Wiener, Flea, and Eight.
That sure makes a date.


And as you embrace,
We can't forget Ace.
In he runs.
Got any puns?


And look at the bubble.
Do they spell trouble?
That they may
Where did they stray?


A number in the sky.
Oh me, oh my.
Nine must be a jealous box.
Bubbles have no locks.


They came in a huddle to play in their puddle, but they found Soap already there with no room to spare. He would not let them play and enjoy their puddle on a sunny day. Now they must lift Soap's ban and come up with a plan.

Can they break Soap's hold on their puddle? Will Soap allow them to cuddle? Can Paperball save the day? Did you know a wiener wanted to play? Come and pop Soap's bubble and find out all about the puddle trouble.

Wanted to see how random I could go. It all worked out with a random show. They sure want that puddle. Too bad Soap doesn't want to cuddle. And now number 123 has come to pass. 124 will be here soon from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, September 20, 2018

Another Go To For Many In View!

The I don't have time we've given a chime. That one is bull. Like the one about luck being not so full. Both are excuses more than a bit. Here's another that's full of shit.

Here we go.
Time to play.
Run to and fro,
Each and every day.

Or fro and to.
Been there as well.
Is that true?
Does it raise hell?

Shouldn't do that.
Nope, not one bit.
But chew that fat.
Have that fit.

Can't recall.
Can't remember.
So it will stall.
Can't ask a member.

Can't go and look.
That won't do.
Hook or by crook,
You have to moo.

Guess it beats baa.
Barnyard today.
Well la de da.
There you stay.

Can't take a step.
Can't even see.
Blind with no pep.
Or too busy a bee.

Busy looking at Farcebook.
That is sooo great.
Could write a book,
But that's not your fate.

Fate is to sit.
Fate is to stare.
Maybe throw another fit.
Pull out some hair.

And why is that?
Why is it fated?
Because an excuse is baited,
Which is, that's too complicated.

Do you use that one? Is it really a complicated run? Are you making a mountain out of a mole hill? Now that may fit the bill. Complicated that may be to do. But not crap the equivalent of tying your shoe. Surgery, car repair, picking the right ass wipe, they all can be complicated. Hint: 2 of 3 of those for complicated are baited. If you can't pick the 1 of 3 that came to pass. You may need to uncomplicate things like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

In They Look For A Toy I Took!

Those intruders were trying to steal my toys. That sure brings me no joys. Yeah, joys times two. They just bring it out in me at our zoo. They aren't getting my stash. I have to hide them in a flash.




Hmm, this one is rough.
I'll do the other stuff. 
Not like they can run away with it.
They'll drop it after a hit.


Stop watching me. 
Look the other way tubby she.
I'll make you pay.
You don't get to play.


No grumpy look.
Go away from our nook.
Pat won't let me bother you.
 But go and get a new view.


I suppose that works.
Your head blocks the other jerks.
They'll never find my toys.
 I'll stop them from ruining my joys.


Cassie, avert thy ears.
Pretend it is vacuum gears.
I never knocked anything down. 
You can share if it won't make you frown.


All better now.
I sit proud with a meow.
No one will find a single toy.
I won't fall for any ploy.


 Cassie, don't let them in.
That so isn't a win.
Keep the tubby one out.
Geez, you are cut off from any trout.


Stay, you tubby cat.
Don't bring in your fat.
I'll whack you in the head.
Stay on that messy bed.


Stay like her.
You and your fur. 
I'll need another gate.
I'm not a sharing mate.


What? No toys here.
Nope, they aren't near.
I'm not playing at all.
 I just pooped out that nearby furry ball.

Ever have to hide your toys at your sea? Have intruders tried to steal them from thee? That is never a nice thing to come due. What? I'm a mean cat at our zoo? Bah, I'm nice to Cass and the old fart. Pat makes me with the last part. But two out of whatever gives me a pass. So says the math of my toy hogging little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

This Adds Two To The Goal That Came Due!

The cat is mouthier than even he thought. For we go on and on a lot. At least no on and on in super small print. Hey, there is also no tint. No matter what though, today makes 2 extra on the go. 2 extra what? You should know by now at my hut.

2 extra days.
Get out of your daze.
I cheated to rhyme.
Such a fun time.

2 extra hours.
Is that super powers?
2 extra hours to the day.
Hmm could use that at my bay.

2 extra cars.
Are you on Mars?
Who wants that?
Maybe one if a tire's flat.

2 extra cats.
Are you dingbats?
The cat won't share.
I'm mean, what do I care?

2 extra dogs.
Sorry, no brown logs.
Although Pat may not have to scoop.
One could come and eat the poop.

2 extra towers.
We'll take those over hours.
But nope, sadly not.
Only two at our plot.

2 extra books.
Plenty for looks.
Sure two more may come.
Unless we get dead, busy, slow, or dumb.

2 extra replayings.
Does this look like Al's displayings?
No remakes for us.
Blue may fuss.

2 extra guesses.
Your mind in messes?
It's easy to recall.
Look at the wall.

Down on the left.
There is no theft.
Just shows not a one has been missed.
Today 7 years without missing a day has been kissed.

Not that the cat would kiss. On those germs we'll take a miss. But our goal was only 5 years with no missing and now 7 years have come with our daily hissing. Will we ever go back to the old way at our bay? The post whenever for a display? Bah, the 6 years in a row post hasn't even hit yet. So no is a safe bet. Being a year and 13 days ahead, at least when we wrote this, in mass, sure makes it seem like we may hit 10 years without missing a day with our little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Monday, September 17, 2018

Off The Go At Our Show!

The cat will ask you today a question you've heard many say. What's going on? Don't you love that con? Two questions in one. Can you guess what is going to be spun?

What's going on?
A dusk to dawn.
Or dawn to dusk.
Maybe has a musk?

Beats little old me.
But it comes to be.
A be for you.
A be without a clue.

What's going on?
One big con.
The con of all.
A con that won't stall.

Is that ongoing?
A going on showing?
Going on ongoing.
Going you are towing.

But what if...
What if you're stiff?
What if you aren't going?
Get the con that's showing?

What's going off?
Come, don't scoff.
It may be worse.
But then wouldn't you curse?

Curse and swear.
Tell each pair.
What's going off is bad.
On is usually good at one's pad.

But off is still called on.
My, what a con.
Off the rails yet on.
Like a goose pretending to be a fawn.

Does that fly?
Nope, not in the sky.
Can yet can't.
Such a slant.

For it's going off.
Maybe has a bad cough.
But off isn't on.
Off is on's pawn.

So the cat will repeat the first question treat. What's going off? Did your head fall in a horse trough? That would be off indeed. Do you get it at your feed? When things are on they are good. So what is going on means only speak good things at your hood. What is going off is the bad. Now the distinction is had. Now if an elephant is on you and turning you into a gooey mass, then we'll say what's going on with our little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Reach And Grab It For A Habit!

The cat has heard this a time or two, followed by a boo hoo. Some human wanted to do something at their sea, but it was too much work for it to come to be. Pfffft work? I don't think some know the meaning of the word, which they probably think is a perk.

I have a habit.
Like some lucky rabbit.
It may not be humping,
But in with it I am lumping.

Like it or lump it.
Just don't hump it.
That may get you in jail.
That sure is a big fail.

I have the habit of stopping.
That makes things a flopping.
Stop before I go.
That sucks, you know.

I'll blame that habit.
That's why I can't nab it.
My habit is all to blame.
Bad habit should be my middle name.

I have good habits too.
Regularly I use the loo.
That keeps me going.
So I can stop each showing.

But I want more.
I don't want a repeat encore.
Oh, there it is again.
My habit surfaced at my den.

It can't be beat.
I may as well retreat.
It can't be stopped.
Another thing I flopped.

I have a habit of repeating.
That is ever so fleeting.
But I do it anyway.
It is in my DNA.

It crawled right in.
There it sits not letting me win.
It refuses to stop.
A habit I can't drop.

Oh, I want to do that.
But it might go splat.
Actually it will.
My habit won't chill.

Ever blame things on a habit instead of reaching out to grab it? Pfffft is what we say. There is no habit in your DNA. You created that habit at your sea and it can be broken by thee. Then you can do what you want and make better habits at your haunt. You just have to let the better habit take form and give it time to become the norm. Then the bad habit can go the way of bad gas. You can pass it out and be on your merry way like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, September 15, 2018

The Right To Wrong Plays Along!

Did this post go right? I guess we shall see when it comes to light. Or at least comes to light for me. Even when there is no light to see. I guess there is the sun. Hmm maybe it just went wrong a ton.

This is how it goes.
There is highs and no lows.
That is how it is.
All pop and no fizz.

At least so you're told.
At least on what your sold.
At least now in your mind.
Until you strike the great find.

Many things are dandy.
Happy as a kid with candy.
Many other things are not.
Can create quite the plot.

It didn't turn out.
You scream and shout.
What a waste.
No copy and paste.

Learned all wrong.
Sing a song.
A song not fun.
Fluckity fluck may get a run.

And so it goes.
The wrong of it glows.
What went wrong?
You played along.

Why did you fail?
Bah, hit the trail.
Who needs to know why?
The stupid salesmen, package, etc. does lie.

A brand new stream?
Go play on another team.
When you fail, you fail.
Nothing to do but wail.

Things are supposed to be sunny.
I shouldn't have to waste money.
Or just waste my time.
That thing can go suck a lime.

Now rinse and repeat.
Left in more defeat.
It lied once more.
I give up at my shore.

Do you get frustrated when things don't turn out the way you want? Do they kind of sit in your brain and taunt? Or do you see it as a new way and try again at your bay? At least that is one way of not knowing and you got something that can lead to another showing. No need to rant all day rather crass. Instead keep on keeping on like my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Friday, September 14, 2018

Time To Confess The Impress!

The cat will confess that he aims to impress. Aims to impress myself and a few. See how far we can go at our zoo. Stretch our skill. That fits the bill. But to one and all. Pffft I'd rather play with a dog's slobbery ball.

Let's impress.
A game of chess.
This takes that.
Adding that stat.

That takes this.
Nothing is amiss.
The game of impress.
More not less.

Impress the bimbo.
Go do the limbo.
Impress the drunk.
Get in a funk.

Impress the vendor.
Buy a blender.
Impress the boss.
Eat some moss.

Impress the plumber.
Pile some lumber.
Impress the owner.
Put in computer toner.

Impress the bum.
Shine up their thumb.
Impress the nearest baby.
Change a diaper? Maybe?

Impress a cat.
Hmm can't do that.
Impress a dog.
Give it a brown log.

Impress a gamer.
Beat up a hall of famer.
Impress a chimp.
Prove you're a wimp.

Impress a tree.
Take a pee.
Impress a banker.
Don't call them a wanker.

The game of chess.
A game of impress.
Impress them all.
Stand so tall.

Do you strive to impress bystanders too? Like those that don't know, maybe never will, or don't want to know you? Instead of impressing those that matter, you go all impress all like some star batter? Doing stupid things to get that impress? That can leave you in a mess. Impress those that deserve it and screw the rest. I'm sure the butcher doesn't care you passed a 2nd grade test. But then again, you may learn how to shoot the glass. That may impress Hans but not my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Slop It Up In A Fake Cup!

Are we feeding pigs today? They eat slop, don't they at some farm bay? Beats the heck out of me. A pig we don't see. Nope. The cat isn't going to the barnyard. Although to spot a few from where we are probably isn't hard.

Pigs can fly.
Proved by this guy.
This guy who did that.
Whoops, they went splat.

This plus this equals bliss.
Nothing I did miss.
It is a proven fact.
Whoops, death kinda did react.

Driving this long is okay.
It makes for a fine day.
Everyone I asked said so.
What do you mean your insurance company said no?

I mixed this with that.
It came out anything but scat.
It was anything at all.
Shh. Forget the smell and have a ball.

Green mixes the result.
Let's go have a malt.
We'll drink and then get it.
Whoops, we lied quite a bit.

9 out of 10 agree.
We are something to see.
It was proven by those nine.
They were bribed, but that's fine.

Dr. Oz endorsed it.
The internet says it's a hit.
That's a two for one.
Shhh. Both are lies that we spun.

Okay to eat for days.
Can eat it in many ways.
At least that is the thought.
We hid the proof that your insides will rot.

Rocks are very soft.
Throw them up in a loft.
There they will stay and turn to gold.
A friend of a friend of a dog's owner was told.

29 days of it will be best.
You'll pass any test.
You will be filled with zest.
After 29 days you'll be dead and not a pest.

Ever go the sloppy science path? Did you ever suffer wrath? Ever fall for it? Like some fake news bit? Dr. Oz says so. So it has to be a high and not a low. Right? No? Damn, that's a blow. Or maybe not. We have no need to make our insides rot. So on such "science" and "fact" we'll take a pass. That is the fact of my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Let's Get High On The Fly!

Hey, supposedly it will be legal up here by this time next year. But yeah, the cat isn't condoning you getting dumber in that thing between each ear. Instead we'll make one broke and another a rich bloke.

Tried and true,
Just won't do.
Efficient and effective,
Might go defective.

Works and able,
That's some fable.
Costly and best,
Passes the test.

The extra perk,
Sure does work.
Add that in.
Like a golden chin.

A little more sparkle,
Adds to the farkle.
That's a magic dust fart.
From your now sparkly part.

A loo of gold.
On that be sold.
Flushes the same.
But sure not as tame.

A car worth a million.
Bah, why not a billion?
Forever inside it will sit,
But forget that shit.

A house that's all yours.
The little folk will want tours.
Can fit in a small town.
You'll never ever frown.

An old antique thing.
It and so and so had a fling.
Can't buy them like that.
It only costs 1 million flat.

A washer that shines.
But only when the sun aligns.
Washes all the same.
But you sure won't be lame.

A tree that is really, really, really tall.
I'm talking taller than your wall.
That is the must have thing of the year.
We'll even throw in some climbing gear.

Are you one to go all out? That little extra shine needed about? Is it worth going broke for a shiny loo? Especially when the same thing a normal one does comes due? Maybe we are just picky, or think old things are icky, but pfffft to any of that. No extra shine needed by the cat. Or a house the size of a town. In taxes on that one would drown. most of the so-called high end can suck on the gas that comes out when the tail goes high from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Hunky Dunky Goes The Flunky!

Did you know dunky was a word? Yeah, it sounds absurd. But it is indeed. You can trust us at our feed. We used it so it must be. Time we got all hunky dunky with the flunky at our sea.

The flunky gets flack.
They suffer the attack.
Used and drop dead.
A classic trope for poor Ned.

Or maybe Fred.
Maybe their name isn't even said.
Stooge #1, #2 and #3.
That is all the credit see.

For that kind of flunky,
It's all hunky dunky.
A paycheck and go.
Wait. Hold on. Whoa.

Do you work?
Some 9-5 perk?
Nope, not a perk.
But chances are, you work.

Uh oh for you.
Uh oh for Pat too.
Guess what you are without the dead?
It just has to be said.

You get bunky with the flunky.
A bunky flunky that's hunky dunky.
A flunky in work.
That isn't a perk.

Low tier flunky.
A high one that's funky.
Still someone's flunky.
That all hunky dunky?

At least there is no gun.
Also don't have to run.
Unless that is your case.
Then go flunky and embrace.

A flunky are we.
A flunky are thee.
Don't work you say?
Hmm you may get away.

Own your own business too?
Top dog in it are you?
You may escape the flunky.
Unless to the IRS you aren't all hunky dunky.

I think the flunkies on TV get paid more. Ever think of yourself as a flunky at your shore? We all are at some point it seems. Unless we get rich from passive income streams. I'd rather be a higher up flunky though. At least I'd get more dough. I guess I'll go get the singing bass. He is a flunky to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, September 10, 2018

An Interloper That's New. BAH Times Two!

The cat thought I have seen it all. I'm even flipping between third and first person at my hall. I'm doing it so fast. The cat needs to make this a thing of the past. Look! I did it once more. I need to get a really, really, really good lock for the door.


This was my day.
So nice at our bay.
Stretched with sun.
Then Pat ruined my fun.


He washed the stuff.
So I thought, tough!
I'll take it for me.
Then he let IT come to be.


No. Not these guys.
They get batted away like flies.
Those intruders know their place.
If they don't, I'll whack them in the face.


It wasn't even the mutts.
Them and their poo eating ruts.
I'll chew on their tail.
Oh how I love it when they wail.


Bah! There it is.
What is this tiny biz?
Why does it walk like me?
Cassie, make it go where I can't see.


"He's your problem now.
Don't have a cow.
Those ones don't stay or sit.
So I'm too old for that shit."


Bah! Here it comes.
It wants to be chums.
Hell no to that.
Stay away from the cat.


Hmmm it is after my balls.
Is that why it makes cat calls?
It has a very bad meow meow.
And Pat won't let me go kapow.


Look! Come closer thingy.
I only have a majiggy.
My balls went snip snip.
No ball ball after that vet trip.


I tell you no lies.
So stop with the meow meow or ball ball cries.
If not, I'll blind you with my eyes.
Are you some weird dog in disguise?

Isn't that mean of Pat? How could he do that to the cat? He let that dog wannabe, or maybe it really is a dog, after me. It eats everything it sees with glee. Maybe it is related to a mutt. Yes. Yes. For legal no one was harmed in the making of this post at my hut. I may have bit a dog's tail. What? It makes those interlopers set sail. No. No. No. A playing with it I didn't go. Nope, not one bit. Don't look at me like that where you sit. I don't protest too much. Nope, not even a touch. It was all Cass. Next interloper can bother her and not my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

An I Can See For All Of Thee!

I am going to see a lot today. See what? Stay tuned and find out at my bay. Can you stay tuned with no tuning? Hmm later on that one may pop in for a looning. That isn't a word? Bah, I can see it not being absurd.

I can see.
See for thee.
Better than thee.
I can see.

I can see you doing this.
I can see you not getting bliss.
I can see you going out.
I can see you in a drought.

I can see you not liking it.
I can see you having a fit.
I can see you going to sleep.
I can see you needing a new keep.

I can see you hating that.
I can see you falling flat.
I can see you failing away.
I can see you have a bad day.

My eyes are tired.
They may have expired.
Nope, not yet.
Nothing but net.

I can see you missing.
I can see you kissing.
I can see you hissing.
I can see you pissing.

I can see how that sounds.
I can see you looking like hounds.
I can see you getting fat.
I can see you wearing a hat.

I can see you bored.
I can see you floored.
I can see you eating.
I can see you trick or treating.

I can...can't see you doing that.
I can't see you flipping scat.
I can't see you fighting him.
I can't see you losing a limb.

I can, I can't.
Eyes on a slant.
But I can see.
See just for thee.

Don't you love how I can see? Pfffffffffffft is what it gets from me. Ever have anyone say that over and over and over again? I know one near our den. They tell you that they can see what is best for you. Like they know what will come due. When I can see that they are full of shit. Anything to add to my I can see fit? I can see I gave some sass. I can't see that ever stopping from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, September 8, 2018

A Helpful Not With This Plot!

The cat rolled his eyes and walked away. Pat may have let a finger linger or even stay. For back came a whiner from a while back. The whining sure didn't lack.

Need help with this.
Need help with that.
Life isn't bliss.
Let's chew the fat.

You told me what?
You told me this?
Don't be a nut.
It must have been a miss.

Can you repeat?
Repeat for the 100th time?
Come on. Be neat.
Repeating isn't a crime.

Need help with this.
Need help with that.
Life isn't bliss.
I can repeat the fat.

Fat to chew.
A repeat to you.
Repeat it a few.
Can't help come due?

My hole is deep.
It's oh so bad.
Stuff I can't keep.
This isn't a tad.

Been there too long.
You never told me.
It's now King Kong.
Come help at my sea.

What was that?
You said no?
You are a rude cat.
I know you know.

Share your advice.
Share with me.
Who cares if it is twice.
My time isn't free.

I'm here to hear.
Here to know.
Don't show me your rear.
I don't want to hear no.

Pfffffffffft to such whiners. They can go suck food back at diners. Maybe even choke. Ever have a returning bloke? One that whines about the same damn thing? Then they come back later with the same ring? Could have been out of it at their sea, but too dumb and whiny and up a tree. After that they get an ignoring in mass, at best, from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Ready...Setty...Bring The Petty!

The cat made a word. I guess more like added to its word herd. Can you make a word herd? Beats me with any word. Are you mad I did that? Chances are that is a big no where you are at.

A little thing.
A loose string
Something stuck.
What the fluck.

You're out to get me.
You did it, I can see.
You sat that aside.
No? You lied!

A paper out of place.
A sign tipped case.
A little speck of dirt.
Not an ounce of hurt.

You're making work.
You are a jerk.
That is so bad.
Way more than a tad.

Ignore and go.
Sink to a new low.
A low without being.
A low only one is seeing.

You did this.
It's a miss.
You did that.
Hiss and spat.

I'm going to get you.
I know what you do.
I will hide a shoe.
You won't have a clue.

I'll move the fan.
I'll hide the trash can.
I'll blow some dust.
It is just a must.

My palms are sweaty.
But I'm not petty.
You did this to me.
I know because I can see.

Petty and sweaty.
Here's some confetti.
I'll leave it for you to clean up.
There. I knocked over your cup.

Do you find things that aren't there? Hold petty grudges at your lair? Do stupid little things to escalate the crap? I've seen it done by many a lass and chap. What is the point? Just eggs things on at ones joint. Are you petty I used setty? Should I get ready for petty? I don't think I'll worry about such a pass. The cat sure doesn't bother being a petty little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

A Party Right Comes To Light!

You humans sure go on about rights a bunch. Even when those rights are wrongs and you are out to lunch. Is that where wrongs make rights comes from? Bah, right or wrong I'll get right on it with my rhyming bum.

I have rights.
Days and nights.
Rights I do.
I've got a few.

No need to tell.
Long as hell.
Blows away a few.
I haven't a clue.

That you knew.
Maybe times two.
Two wrongs to right.
Dark to daylight.

Ask Stallone.
In a tunnel all alone.
Yeah, went there.
Right of me at my lair?

Pffft yeah it was,
Just because.
Because I say so.
Sure right, you know.

Rights it works.
Gives some perks.
Perks to jerks.
Rights in the works.

Just like that.
A rightful stat.
An addition or three.
The rights of we.

We have the right.
The right to spite.
If you say no.
Right away we'll go.

All have the right.
The right to spite.
The right to show.
Damned that no.

We have the right to come.
Whether or not we are your chum.
It is our "because we say so" right.
So "surprise" turn on the light.

Pfffffffffffffft some humans are sooooooooo dumb. Do you think you have the right to something when you aren't a chum? One said here they have the right to come to a retirement party being thrown. They have the right because they say so at the tone. Umm, even if said retiree didn't want you there? Even if you weren't invited at your lair? You have the right to go? Damn, rights really have gone to a new low. I have the right to go rob that banker. Do you think that will fly with every wanker? I think it would get a failing pass. I'll stay a jail free and whelmed little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Over We Go With A Return In Tow!


 Over and under.
Around and through.
Lightning and thunder.
A returning view.

It leaves and it strikes.
It goes with the breeze.
Like the riding of bikes.
Like the pesky fleas.

Back we go.
Back we come.
A new yet same show.
A new yet same chum.

Glum or glee.
Anger or cheer.
Blah to weee.
Delightful to hear.

Hear you will.
Times two or three.
A return to fill.
A wavering sea.

Back and forth.
Up and down.
The hills up north.
The tiny elf town.

Around and through.
Through and around.
Told that to you.
So shouldn't astound.

But it may.
But it will.
When a return display,
Fits the bill.

Think it is done.
Much the way of summer.
Gave it's final run.
Isn't that a bummer?

So many days.
So many weeks.
Around comes the maze.
Valleys and peaks.

Ever think you are rid of something yet it comes back? Sure can do that with many a thing at many a shack. Some insecurities like to shine back through. One just has to push on at their zoo. Did it before, can do it once more. Whether or not they come back, like summer will at most every shack. Things always come back in mass. In that you can trust my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

The Excuse To Use Sure Does Amuse!

This one I've heard a time or ten and just had to go at it at my den. For it tends to come from the lazy. Did I name call? Whoopsy daisy. Does a daisy go whoopsy though? Damned if I know.

The sit back and stare.
Sometimes in a pair.
They laugh and giggle,
As their whole body gets a wiggle.

Then comes the excuse.
The one many let loose.
Some can't, but most are lazy.
Trying to hide away in the hazy.

Why eat right or work out?
The first part they shout.
I've known healthy people who died.
The second part in some variation that is spied.

And then deluded they stay.
Believing what they say.
But isn't it the truth?
Yep, that it is at one's booth.

Can do everything right and still croak.
Can just be the fate of a lass or bloke.
That is what they hold onto tight.
Reasoning that let's them feel all right.

Time to burst that bubble.
Maybe bury it in rubble.
Let's pull some stats from my ass.
I'll let it out with some gas.

What are the odds for those they use?
Let's say 1 in 100 as you peruse.
1 in 100 people who take care will still croak.
That just made some nut light up a smoke.

Now let's flip and flop.
Let some other stats drop.
What are the odds that the lazy die?
Care to give that a try?

Probably 30 in 100 or so.
Wow, not quite as low.
Now let's do a little more.
What are the odds some disease or other health issue will come ashore?

75 in 100 sounds right.
Damn, I ruined the lazy person's night.
So whether you tell that excuse to stranger or daughter,
Sorry, it doesn't hold much water.

Ever hear that excuse at your sea? The lazy or those refusing to change sure let it fly free. All they get is a pfffffffffffffft from me. Healthy doesn't guarantee a long life will come to be, but you have way better odds of living longer and being disease free. My stats aren't legit that I used for my spree. They were just there to let the lazy realize they are full of strat. So ends this sass from the cat. If you wish to do nothing, power to you, but don't give me that healthy people die too crap at our zoo. Whoops, I was supposed to end my sass. I guess I'm just a mouthy little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, September 3, 2018

Smelly Pat Gets None From The Cat!

Pat smells weird every day. At least those days where he leaves our bay. Otherwise he just smells the same old weird stench. But now there is a monkey in the wrench. Out he goes and causes my nose woes.


So you are home?
Do you want me to roam?
I can smell you from here.
No way will I come near.


You were feeding them again.
They say that is okay at many a den.
But a traitor you be.
Bad grammar from me.



And what is that?
A bad hair day cat?
Did it get into roadkill?
That hairdo can't thrill.


A hairless cat?
Where do you find that?
Chowing down on grass.
You must have upset Cass.


"Don't bring me into this.
I've no reason to hiss.
I still get brushed and fed.
You're the one with too much crap in his head."


And speaking of crap.
Look at this part of the map.
Another giant litterbox at play.
To fill that, it would take all day.


Those ears are mighty high.
What is this guy?
He can hippity hop.
Will this ever stop?


Bah! Too many burds.
The tabbies will have words.
Look at those geese.
Why can't they be fictional like meese?


And this does it.
I knew I smelled them a bit.
You were playing with mutts.
They eat things that come out butts.


Don't look at me.
I won't look at thee.
No, I'm not being rude.
What was that? Food!

Isn't Pat rude for bringing so many smells home to me? Can't he at least go jump into that sea? That may wash them off. The fish may scoff. Then he may smell of fish poo. I guess we can't win at our zoo. I am not as forgiving as Cass, but you can win me over with food for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

It Hasn't Happened In...Make It Up To Win!

The cat will let you in on a lot today. You will know a lot to come to play. You may now get the Jeopardy win. Of course I may be lying at our bin. You'll never know. Away we go.

Hasn't happened in a while.
It long ago went out of style.
There just is no cause for it.
So no need to have a fit.

It hasn't snowed in 1000 years.
That will sure get some cheers.
It hasn't been hot in 500 more.
That makes it easy to do a chore.

A cat hasn't been in in 400 plus.
That may make some fuss.
A bat left 467 years ago.
Trust me, I'm in the know.

It was 1007 years ago.
That is when it did blow.
What exactly was it?
Who needs to know that shit.

1096 years since the earth was whelmed.
Add another 5 and you get when it was helmed.
Helmed by the almighty Zeus.
Watch out for a lightning bolt in your caboose.

1050 years since it hit that price.
That is so not nice.
1050 more since it shrunk.
Bad math makes that go kerplunk.

437 years since it was made.
It didn't have any shade.
What exactly was it?
Didn't we already do that bit?

647 years since they raised that point.
That is quite the point at their joint.
What exactly is the point of it?
Don't think too much as you'll have a fit.

389 years since we hit a frog.
That sure isn't a road hog.
We'll leave that to the toad.
Hank and Blue enjoy that mode.

1/365 years since I did a post.
To that you can be sure of at my coast.
Unless you missed yesterday.
If you did, could be 184 years at your bay.

Do you pull numbers out your butt? Exaggerate a little bit at your hut? Many things we have no track of past 150 years ago. Yet, many use the 1000 years or more will blow. Let's guesstimate that this post will still be standing in 1000 years. I could cause the aliens fears. They may search for my singing bass. And all they'll find is rotten gas from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Time For Simple Like Popping A Pimple!

You humans sure use simple a bunch. Sometimes you are really out to lunch. Not even your words come out simple as can be. Of course they are also used by me. So I guess there is that. Time for a simple chat.

A simple post.
Give it a toast.
Maybe eat roast.
Could even boast.

It's simple time.
Go bug a mime.
That isn't a crime.
So says the mime.

Simply rhyme.
Give a chime.
Make the words match.
The end of each batch.

Go with the flow.
Simple, you know.
Do you know?
A simple brain flow.

You don't know?
Now that's low.
It's simple to do.
Follow the crew.

What was that?
A simple chat?
Isn't that what we're doing?
Do we need to start mooing?

A simple life.
Man and wife.
Does this make me look fat?
Nothing simple about that.

A simple buy.
We tell no lie.
This is what it is.
Next they'll be a quiz.

A simple task.
No need to ask.
House burns down.
A simple frown.

Simply simple.
Like popping a pimple.
Whoops, won't pop.
Simple has to stop.

Isn't it only simple if you know? If you don't, simple may go out the window. Talking and walking isn't simple until you learn. Of course it is simple with many a yearly return. But not simple until you do so. So simple may not always show. I simply had to show that with this pass because I'm simply just a poking fun little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, August 31, 2018

Baked Up Without A Whoopdi Hiccup!

Did we turn into the food network today. I suppose all eat at their bay. Maybe a new audience will come due. That is fine for Whoopdi Friggin Doo. Fine by Robbie Raisin too. Syndication is just in view.

Gloria's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

What are you cooking up today? Anything that will make our viewers shout, yay!

Hope these are lies Pat 

Who is Pat? Can't we get a recipe where you are at?

There summer, here autumn almost winter, enjoy your summer Pat

So the season plays a role? Is saying Pat every time your goal?

Never would forget all you make and talk here Pat:) :)

A good memory is grand. If only we knew this Pat guy in Whoopdi Friggin Doo land.

the cat send you a dove?lol
Hope you feel well:))


Well wishes is fine. But when will a recipe align?

aah The cat know all tricks lol

You get obsessed quite a bit. First Pat and now the cat is it.

Really sounds scary but Im not a Halloween fan :)

They are Halloween people? Can't they hide under a roof with a steeple?

Good! I love walmart, microwves and Alaska:)))

The people of walmart must love you and your grocery cart.

Of course she is nice
Not matter she doesnt has any blog in her lair.


You meet a walmart fan? Into the woman and not a man?

Think positive is ok! you can sleep, think in others things (lol) and rets for a while, In some seminars when I was bore I draw:) good luck:)

Seminars on boring can be boring. Is that the point while you are positively exploring?

yes is true many pages and sites in blogland, but you have to know what sites are the best to you they offer and we choose or all we offer? I offer my recipes too:))

So you are finally going to give us a recipe to see? Come on. We want one for free? The time is running out. I guess you have a recipe drought. Leaving all of our fans in the lurch. I guess recipes elsewhere they will have to search.

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Look at Gloria hoarding the recipes away. I guess she has too many seminars to go to at her bay. Or maybe she is spying on people at walmart. She has to go spy and fill her cart. She sure says Pat's name a lot with each pass. How rude that she ignores my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

A Ducky Post For A Whoopdi Roast!

Can we allow name changers on here? I guess Prince did it with no fear. That must mean it is okay. Robbie Raisin will let it play. Just don't go buying any ducks. Whoopdi Friggin Doo wants your bucks.

Manzi's....Belva's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

A name changer is now on display. Maybe she is running from the law at her bay.

May you not get scammed
By one who's head with sand is crammed
Or ratface with IQ zero
Who sits alone, despised like Nero


Or keeping the scammers away. Those ratfaces can go drown in a bay.

To hate your hate you need some bate
It's plain and simple, natural fate
I was late to cheer the Blue
Should I drink some mountain dew?


You hate the hate but like mountain dew? Don't you know that can rot the insides of you?

Tie me down and feed me grass
I think sports are really crass
Grunt and groan and sweat like pigs
I'd rather read and eat some figs


Okay, mountain dew may be better than bondage and grass eating. That image our viewers may want to start deleting.

Curtain pullers, peek-a-boo
Attention grabbers through and through
Smile real big, ain't that a tooth
No excuse to act uncouth


You like peepers watching you? You sure have strange taste at your zoo.

A break through or a break down
Or a break up will give one a frown
Step aside, let the breaks have their say
With breaks, is there any other way


Commercial breaks pay the bills. With or without peeping thrills.

Come visit the prevention convention
You may get an honorable mention
But if you don't why fret and wail
Next year your ship will surely sail


How to prevent what? Scammers or peepers or maybe King Tut?

The 2nd verse made me laugh
Those around me think I'm daff
Fall in shower and hit your head
Not only blog but you is dead


Morbid too. You sure have weird thoughts for all to view.

One hundred is a far-out goal
Like counting guppies in a bowl
Gamblers like the number seven
Think it brings them close to heaven
Eleven too, can bring some luck
Like a galley shooting duck
Lots of numbers for Hank to beat
All the others he will defeat


Numbers and 100 in the making. In triple digits one day you may be partaking.

One more road to travel before I settle down
One more path that's leading to another dusty town
One more seedy honky tonk with corn meal on the floor
Cowboys lined up at the bar, waiting just to score
One more twangy melody from the strings of my guitar
A cacophony of buzzing flies on a wet and sticky bar
One more faded rodeo queen staggers to the door
With busted dreams of Hollywood, smashed forevermore
How do I get out of this rhyme, I really want to leave
I'll say adieu and close the book, go laughing up my sleeve 


You sure have lots to do. 100 must shine on through. Watch those cowboys though. They may want many a pasture to mow.

If Sunday became Friday, the old switcheroo
Would you piss amd moan and have nothing to do?
Would it just change a habit or change your whole life
Would it make one as stupid as ole Barney Fife?
Maybe cook in the kitchen from morning to night
Wear a hat like Aunt Bea that gives one a fright
Sing a song like the Gomar and play dumb inbetween
Wait for your chance and steal every good scene


Well no matter the day I'm going to piss at least 10 times before bed comes to play. But no singing or whistling a merry tune. That may scare viewers away from our sand dune.

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Look at Belva go. She enjoys a peep show. That I never would have guessed. I guess it is good she confessed. Or maybe not. Some of those peep shows may cause eye rot. She sure has one more of a lot to do. One more can be good to ring true. Except if you always have one more need to pass gas. We wouldn't want to be a backed up little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Pull A Card As Whoopdi Goes Hard!

Goes hardcore today. You may want to look away. Yeah, we really aren't going to. That is just a hook to fool you. Works for NCIS you know. Robbie Raisin doesn't mind stealing for his show.

Birgit's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

Let's see how she begins our show today. Will she go creative with that she has to say?

One more cookie sounds divine
one more chocolate..I won't whine.
One more nookie before I go?
One is never enough at my show:)


Damn. Sure wants more and more. Score for those looking to umm explore.

So much can hide in corn stalks from snakes to nasty spiders. I have never been a farmer but often visited one in my youth and cats were always there. Now all we have is 5 at our bay...that's enough I have to say.

Is that some kind of double speak? Viewers, avoid cornstalks that leak.

Just like those nasty brats
whether they be young or old rug rats.
they need a spanking or two.
Yes, I believe in that, I do.


Wow. Watch out PTA. Birgit is coming to spank you today.

I thought Patrick Duffy would appear as the man from Atlantis! I think breathing under water would be fun...unless sharks and Orcas were around. Being peed on is not fun, nor is throwing up or eating those white grubs-yuck

Did you have to go all bodily stuff? Isn't playing with cornstalks enough?

This might make people cringe
which is aok by me especially if they binge.
why, would they binge, you say?
I would have National Bowel day!


Yep. She went there. Poop and pee. Brats better truly beware.

I have to admit I like the Old and true
but I do force myself to try some new.
How can one expand one's mind
unless we change things up, I find


Old and true with a spanking. Don't forget that cornstalk yanking.

I am guilty of paying for a swim class
Going often but later, sitting on my ass.
I love to swim but hate the heat
I'm sweaty, clammy & can't put my socks on my feet.
Now, I'm wanting to write a book about my mom
Procrastinating and fear it will be a bomb.
I know, I know sounds silly for sure
Actually, sounds like a bag of manure.


Back to farming and poop. My, she sure goes around in a loop.

These are such fun..fun?? adventures but not sure all humans should be fixed. Some should be for sure but not all.  

Told you so. Wouldn't be fun to be fixed, you know.

Do people know Mary Pickford?
Or Douglas Fairbanks? It sounds absurd
But nope, they don't. They were famous
In their day, no muss or fuss.
They created United Artists and more
Now they are nothing but folklore.
So many want fame right away.
They forget it is fleeting no matter what one has to say


So that is why you want to snip snip so many? So then there won't be any?

Thank you a bunch
I even read this before lunch!
I have had paper cuts and more!
I sneezed and created glitter galore.
Up the nose , all over the place
It was glitter in my hair and on my face.
Glad you like my Movie Picks
I am humbled that you wrote about me which gave me kicks:)
Ok..not a great poet..and you know it:)


Glitter up the nose and paper cuts galore. You may want to watch that for a nookie encore. She sure has umm fun farming in her place. To see who comes tomorrow, watch this space.

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Birgit sure creates much. She even likes to touch. I guess if leaking cornstalks aren't near, power to her and her cheer. But if you make her mad, a spanking may be had. I suppose some like that too. Sigh to the old and true. All I can say is that I wouldn't want to trespass, she could spank my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Whoopdi's Claim To What's In A Name!

How do you even say that? Is that for French viewers at their welcome mat? Would they welcome such a thing? Robbie Raisin needs to find a new network wing. This is getting hard on my head. I may need to go to bed.

Bijoux's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

Let's see what the weird spelled name has up her sleeve. I hope she won't make our viewers leave.

Speaking of ass, I never understood the phrase, 'Your ass is grass'

Maybe your ass is concrete is far more neat? Why did you start off with that meet and greet?

I can't think of anything worse than winter.

So you went with second worse? My, your brain must be a curse.

I didn't realize it was such a strange word till now.

Brain is strange? Wow, you may be out on the range.

One and Done
That's it for Some!


One thought and then on to another plot?

May you not hear from any government agency!

I guess so. Do you give tinfoil hats a go?

The cat knows what to do (or not do) on a hot summer day.

And you speak to cats? Wow, Whoopdi Friggin Doo sure attracts some dingbats.

Well, I suppose now that you put it out there in cyberspace, we will have some Titanic conspiracies going around.

Me? That was you. Don't go roping Robbie Raisin into your tinfoil hat crew.

Nest time, they can cook something with a stick of butter?

Does butter keep the g-men away? What do the aliens have to say?

lol.....I'm already seeing the crap in the stores! 

Aliens are invading through making us buy junk? Wow. Are you sure you aren't just in some coma-like induced funk?

I have issues, but fortunately, none of those!

Clearly you have quite a few. I guess it is good no coma has shined on through. May your tinfoil hat keep you safe from everyone. I'm sure you have tinfoil sitting around by the ton.

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Who knew Bijoux was so strange. Those aliens must sure have range. Putting stuff out for us to buy. Then they make us broke while they hover in the sky. I guess I may need to find some tinfoil too. Damn it. Bijoux bought it all at her zoo. I guess I'll just have to face the alien mass. They'll run when I gas them with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, August 27, 2018

A Halloween Sight For This Whoopdi's Flight!

Can we even say Nazi on TV? Isn't it not PC? Even if Halloween is stuck in front. The censors may grunt. But I'll let it go. This is Robbie Raisin's Whoopdi Friggin Doo show.

Theresa's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

Halloween merchandise we can sure move today. Let's see what scary things she can say.

Can't say I've ever had a fake disease. I'm one who will have a real one and will brush it off like it's no big deal. It's only when I think I'm truly dying do I seek out medical help. 

Zombies are among us. That should creates some sales of fake puss.

I've already made my first Halloween purchase of the year. I'm getting ready. And no, that wasn't a dirty look I gave you. I named my voodoo doughnut Pat and pressed the pretzel steak into his heart extra hard before biting his head off ;)

Cannibals and zombies at play. Wow, I think she may need help at her bay.

No Halloween hate will ever come my way. I am already scoping out the stores wondering why they don't have their decorations out yet. I did make my first purchase of the year 2 weeks ago, but dang it, I am ready for more!

Yes. Yes. We heard you. Your first purchase has already come due.

I am a horrible breath holder, so I try to keep my head above water. Out of it if I can help it so I can avoid the pee streams too. 

Well that was a whole new direction. Good that you are on pee detection.

I try to learn something new at least once a year. An idle mind is the devil's workshop, or so my granny always said. 

So this year it was how to detect pee? Do I want to know what next year will be?

I can't remember the last time I read a classified ad, though I've seen some pretty funny ones in my day.

What are you taking out an ad for? Our viewers may run if they know the Halloween Nazi is looking to explore.

I know a lot of people who have been at it for years and have some great content, but hardly get any recognition. Then, you have some asshole like "cash me ousside" girl who utters something stupid, pops up a website and some social media channels and boom. Instant success. The world is a messed up place. 

Let's hope you aren't into classified ads for years. That would strike many fears.

Reminds me of the 30 year old at my nieces birthday party who joined in on Musical Chairs. The bastard was competitive too, trying to beat out the 10 year olds to win the game. A complete immature ass, if you ask me! 

Yeah. That is scary too. Go all cannibal on him if you want at your zoo.

Does he farm here in Indiana, because it seems that all we have as far as the eye can see is corn. I'm sure there are a few serial killers lurking about in them too. Or, just a few meth heads, since we are the meth capital of the country. 

No wonder you've gone zombie cannibal like. Corn, serial killers and meth heads would make any take such a hike.

I have a family full of them. Always talking about what they are going to be doing, but never get off their butts and accomplish a single thing. 

I guess a family that eats together umm any meth head storm they can weather? She really takes Halloween to heart. Watch out viewers as she may end up eating that and any other part.

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No wonder Theresa likes Halloween so much. The cat wouldn't want her to reach out and touch. We have no meat on our bones anyway. Go after someone who sits on their butt all day. We don't want to be cannibal food. Biting off a head is just rude. Is a killer who eats serial killers that bad of a lass? Hmm I'll get back to you on that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

A Spoiled Way For Whoopdi Today!

That is what I want. Ratings like that should haunt. I want to be pampered too. Robbie Raisin deserves it through and through. I even say my own name a ton. I want where they run.

Tamago's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

Robbie Raisin has to keep his streak alive. I am not sure Whoopdi Friggin Doo would survive. Yep, we need another cat. Now we have two to double the stat.

Haha I do hope there will be less remakes but more new stuff. May you not have to watch remakes, revivals, sequels all the time

With Whoopdi Friggin Doo that never comes into view.

I often take blog breaks to take naps.

But how would you know. A napping you go.

I went to store the other day and they are selling Halloween stuff already!
We don't do anything special for the day.. No candy or no costume in our house :-)


So you lied? Liars never fall on the right side.

LOL thank you for friendly advice! No sugar coating, that makes the best advice:-)

Who is being friendly about it? Sugar coating may give one a hyper fit.

At work, something always, always gets in the way! Oh well, no smooth sailing, I just need to steer :-)

No wonder you are a sugar addict. Steer a ship can be hard to depict. 

I haven't searched job for years so don't have such experience. But it reminds me of automated phone system! You call and answer so many questions before reaching actual person. Then they ask the SAME question!

Didn't you say no more remakes? Are you now doing double takes?

I've noticed there are something-something day, like every day! I thought nap day would be nice, and I'm pleasantly surprised there is in fact national napping day :-)

And now you are back to the napping. You really are giving us a remake lapping.

Prevention keeps you from troubles for sure! But I often fall into "oh I should have done that" situation!

See what all that napping does to you? Not just remakes that come due.

Funny I'm waiting to hop on airplane right now! Not going where bear might come by, though :-)

How are you hopping on a plane if you are here? Do you have one landing near?

Blogger phasing off is a scary thought, even if I know it's not true!
LOL at fans blow ghosts away :-)


It is going to be a ghost plane? Bloggers everywhere better hop a train. Viewers you better as well. These ghost loving cats are trying to raise hell. Beware one and all. They may be coming for you from just down the hall.

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Wow. They brought a ghost plane. I guess we better all board a train. Unless you like flying the sky with spirits that can fly. Then when they crash the plane, you can join them haunting some lane. That sure isn't a remake. A nap you may be better off to take. I think I'll go join Cass. A nap does sound good to my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

A Bench View With A Whoopdi Few!

Are benches even a thing anymore? Do people even walk near a shore? Wouldn't that mean they'd have to go outside? Hmm, maybe they went out because someone died. Robbie Raisin guesses there are reasons to go out. I'll let this one come about.

Betty's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

Let's see what she shall tell. I bet what she sees on those benches can be swell.

Had a weird one last night
Caught in a tight place
But said to myself I need to wake up
And then I was out of that space.


Tight places can be scary. Unless maybe they are only a little hairy.

Haven't taken a blog break in a while.
Haven't done some of those things unless I am in denial.


Denial saves the day. Keep it that way.

When trying to sell something
One has to be clever with words
But some of these
Are very absurd.


Are you poking fun at our ads? But they are the latest fads.

One more is never enough
For some down the road
Rather keep it simple
At my humble abode.


Buy this now. Is that simple enough somehow?

I think all can occasionally act like a child
In some things we say or do
Been like that all through history
Probably nothing too new.


Are you calling me childish with that? Robbie Raisin can tolerate that.

I do prevent as I can
its safer living that way
and can keep the doctor away


Prevent what? Saying too much at your hut?

Have a few things I said I would do but didn't
Guess most of us can be that way
That is what I will say.


That is it? Our viewers want details to make this a hit.

Can't imagine typing standing up
Would get tired of it after a bit
I rather type as I sit


Who's talking about typing? You'd think this was before Skyping.

Dont like the cold or the snow
Give me heat any day
Even if it is too hot to play.


Heat you can handle. So you light your own candle?

Not too many a one thing success
Takes time to get it right
And I am sure
A lot of work at night.


Oh. That is a loaded one there. Try, try again with a try to spare. Get better at night and the day. Betty sure knows the way. Listen to her, one and all. Now go out and have a ball.

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Standing up typing isn't so bad. Can get tiring though at ones pad. Heat in the middle of the night though. I'm snip snip, so I just don't know. And weird ones in tight spaces too? Damn, Betty sure gets quite the bench with the view. Should we ask where that bench comes to pass? It may just scare my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, August 24, 2018

A Winter Look With A Whoopdi Hook!

Why do we have to go to snow? Oh, some viewers have such a show. Well that is okay. Robbie Raisin will let it play. Just don't go showing too much cold. Our advertisers may no longer stand bold.

Snowcatcher's
Whoopdi Friggin Doo

I'm not sure most viewers will like snow but we may get the Eskimo demo.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I think I might be as sick as lard
If I wasn't laughing so hard


Eskimo's may not take to kindly to that. Was that sarcasm where you are at?

Just read the other day
Some people get their likes for pay
Instead of working hard
They become a tub of lard


Now you are fat shaming? We are going to get letters from all your naming.

Human fixing... now there's a thought
Maybe required for politicians we ought...


Really going for the gold. Would be good if politicians weren't so bold.

True human resources is a thing of the past
They have no clue how to pick employees who'll last


That they truly are. Those fat people grow wider at the bar.

I'm glad my corn is in a box
I wouldn't like to find a bear or a fox
Fun and helpful hints from the ninja farmer
Hopefully our days here won't get much warmer
Or the boxes may wilt and produce no veggies
I'll have buy all the food I please


Summer with snow? How is that so?

No snowflakes for me
For months times three
But I didn't disappear yet
On my record I would not bet 


So you are snow too? Damn, confusing are you.

I live to try things new
One of my very favorite things to do
But the old and proven stuff
Can sometimes be enough


That means you live as long as there is something new? May something old never greet you.

As my dad used to say
There will come a day
When the comments that stank
Will keep you laughing all the way to the bank


So you are a rich snowflake? How much dough did you make?

I signed up and paid
For a big ride unafraid
Got started training
But disc problems began raining
So this year a looky lou I get to be
Boohoohoohoohoo, no miles for me


Is that like a computer thing? Did you get it from an online fling?

Oh my heavens, how you've made me laugh
At search terms with meaningful gaffe
As many variations I think you get
As the Snowcatcher at her dot net


There you are everyone. You can go to that dot net for umm fun. I guess that is how she gets her dough. We here at Whoopdi Friggin Doo just don't know. Watch out for Eskimos though. She may have made a new foe.

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Who knew Snowcatcher had such hate. She sure has many a head on a plate. Although the politicians may look better that way. Snip snip them and be on one's way. We must go see if we have any money to take to a banker. Nope. We don't have a tanker. Thought I'd say wanker? Beats being a planker. That snow makes us go off track with our sass. Just thinking about that white stuff sends shivers up my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.