Saturday, June 30, 2018

Giving Out Air, I Swear!

Today we are giving you air. I guess humans don't have enough to spare. Maybe they are too full of hot air? Does it get hot at ones lair? Maybe they need snow. Can take it all from our show. Back to air and the human blare.

Lots of air.
Smoggy or not.
Go to the fair,
Get an airy plot.

The air head plight.
That comes to be.
Air takes flight.
Not stuck in thee.

That's right.
Let it out.
Smog's in sight.
Huff it about.

Maybe opposite of huff.
Don't want druggies to stir.
Can't huff and puff.
Sorry, Mr. Druggie, sir.

But no rotting flesh.
That is stinky as can be.
The air will be fresh.
At least that's what they tell me.

For no air around.
None can be found.
Take to ground.
Or maybe the pound.

Nah. No need.
Not one at all.
Let it take seed.
Have a ball.

It's coming.
Prepare for it.
Hear that drumming?
It's a hit.

A breath of fresh air.
It came to be.
Now air to spare.
All thanks to thee.

Did you pop a mint?
How is it fresh?
Is it a breath-y stint?
I guess things just mesh.

Is air from within you fresh? Does it come from your flesh? Does it recycle and renew? My, a breath of fresh air must come due. A due date for all. Breathe at your hall. Now release a big breath. Don't hold or you may bring death. Does it smell Febreeze fresh now? Does a breath of fresh air now raise an eyebrow? It sure does when the cat hears it come to pass. I will admit that no fresh air comes out my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, June 29, 2018

A Little Hike With Your Pal Like!

Don't you like like? He is smaller than you but bigger than a tyke. Or maybe he is a she. That beats the heck out of me. We are going far deeper than that today. Something like I dig and bury in every day.

The question of all.
It sure doesn't stall.
It comes from each.
A worldly reach.

Why do you like that?
Some think it scat.
Some think it boring.
Some would rather be snoring.

They why of like.
Like a volleyball spike.
Spiking people you dislike in the face.
My, that is a liking embrace.

Did I admit that?
Shame on Pat
We'll blame him.
I like that limb.

Some surely do.
They like the tree too.
They like the shade.
May even like the grass blade.

Some get all chop happy.
The tree makes them sappy.
Could literally I suppose.
If that's how the tree goes.

How do you like that?
The same of words spat.
How or why or how can or why do.
All variations from the same pile of goo.

Thought I'd use shit?
Did you like it?
How do you like that?
Deeper we go with scat.

I thought you'd like that.
Another loaded and ready to fire cat.
For you and me and she and he,
We are all different you see.

So you may have thought wrong.
Can be movie, book or song.
Can be dogs, cats, cars or bikes.
Likes span off and take many different hikes.

How many times have you asked that? Can you count that high of a stat? How many times has it been asked to you? I'm betting more than a few. How can you like blogging I bet even came due. Mostly from the 140 character limit Twitter crew. That and those Farcebook likers. My, there are plenty of like hikers. I guess I'll go back to picking on Cass. I like doing that with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Ever So Sweet Little Bitty Repeat!

The cat rants about movie remakes, reboots, redos and whatever else that starts with R. Great Post! Couldn't help myself at my sand bar. But what about the other repeat, repeat, repeat. All I want to do is delete, delete, delete.

Turn on the TV.
Give the radio a go.
So much to see.
That you know.

Are they still a thing?
I'm sure they are.
Do you give them a ring?
In the house or the car?

Chances are you did.
Chances may be you still do.
They put in a bid.
They get quite a few.

Rack up the bill.
Rack up the debt.
But play they will.
That's a safe bet.

Seen the cost.
Seen them played.
They should be tossed.
Or at least fade.

Times three just now.
Wow, what a sight.
They really wow.
I repeated at my site.

A repeat times two.
They got me now.
What will I do?
Give a third wow?

I'm in their clutches.
Save the cat.
Hit them with crutches.
Pelt them with scat.

That will work.
Nope, I guess not.
A fourth time perk.
Time for brain rot.

Here it comes again.
Are you ready?
The same ad at your den.
All day it comes steady.

Do you notice it on the radio or TV? Or do you tune them out and/or skip them with glee? Same friggin ad run 1000 times over. I'd rather deal with a butt sniffing rover. At least those I can swat. Of course I could turn off the whole lot. Which I always do. Just gave me a post at my zoo. Now that I've given the repeat ad some sass, I will go repeat a certain act in the litter box with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Here's A Tip With Much Lip!

The cat sees it here and there and everywhere. We have become quite aware. Maybe so aware we are unaware. Sure beats me at my lair. We've even given some. Must have been an off day for my rhyming bum.

Top tips.
Run those lips.
Or those fingers.
Tips sure lingers.

Tip: should be linger.
Don't give me the finger.
A double same rhyme.
Do that time to time.

A double use too.
Tip: don't need two.
Double means same.
Or something so tame.

Too and two.
Don't forget to.
Tip: they can be used to rhyme.
Cheating, but still sublime.

Tips from tips.
Just run my lips.
But my lips can't run.
Aren't idioms fun?

The bees knees.
No, please.
The mutts nuts.
Are you nuts?

The same rhyme.
Such a crime.
Tip: avoid it.
Bit by bit.

Did I cause the shits?
They can come out in bits.
Tip: not all things have bits.
Bit by bit may not create hits.

Tip: they make pills for that.
Imodium stops it flat.
Or maybe a butt plug.
A hole is sure dug.

Tip: ignore the butt plug thing.
Use at your own risk at your wing.
Tip: when it says that it is probably bad.
I'll accept tips in cash now at my pad.

Do you enjoy tips by the ton? Do you tip off everyone? Don't you love it when tips contradict other tips? Some tips must do back flips. Can you make back flips come to pass? I can sorta do it when I spring into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

A Brand New Mate Could Be Your Fate!

The cat hasn't given you a chance at love for a while, and with the holiday coming I figured I'd turn that dial. So here we are with more nuts for you. I think it gets scary each time I view.

luv my pets like me
Hmm isn't that what they call freaky?
eat to impress
Sorry, no table cloths for a dress.

Gone for apples and butter
Doesn't that make ones heart flutter?
Built Ford Tough
So fix or repair daily some stuff?

Beer daze and knights
I think you went on one too many beer flights.
Here I am if you love
So if I like you move or shove?

Life is short not to spend it with someone
So it shrinks and prevents fun?
Want to be a chapter in my tell all book?
Do I get royalties and first look?

What a cute dog. Your okay to.
At least you spelled dog right at your zoo.
Are you that hard up for tires you have to go a reeling?

Got Milk? How about a date?
Sorry, think you're looking for the wrong kind of mate.
The glass is alawys half dull.
Did it get picked at by a gull?

Say something in reference to how horny you are.
Hmm couldn't you just go to a bar?
I'm a profesional career.
You might want to look into that, dear.

Find happiness without
Who let the fortune cookie give a shout?
Be a fountain, not a drain.
Bah, stuck in fortune cookie lane.

Stay silver pony boy
Whatever brings you joy.
Taking a peak.
Damn, that will be hard to sneak.

Must love naps 3
Is that a new band not known to me?
The paranormal take up much of my space.
Should one carry a can of mace?

And there you go. You have plenty to choose from at your show. Any strike you as fun? Most make one want to run. But you could steal a peak with ghosts. Be a chapter in a book while another boasts. Don't they sound grand? Did I see a hand? I think I'd rather walk across glass. But I'll avoid that too with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Monday, June 25, 2018

A Title For You That May Scare A Few!

There are many different things to do out there. Some have spare change to spare. Hmm is that redundant a bit? Bah, just ignore it. These titles you may want to seek. So give them a peek.

We're looking for you.
Come join our crew.
We are the best.
Better than the rest.

We require a Meat Wrapper.
Don't need to be a yapper.
Just wrap that meat.
Rinse and repeat.

We require a Dockside Observer.
Can even be a swerver.
Just observe and observe.
Quite the learning curve.

We require a Housekeeping Aid.
You can even trade.
Swap for a hearing aid.
You may even get paid.

We require a Decliner.
No need to deal with a whiner.
Just decline, decline, decline.
That is all that can align.

We require Body Repair.
Humans beware.
We are top notch.
We'll even fix your crotch.

We require a Bath Tutor.
You may have to neuter.
But we'll discuss that.
No. It won't always be a cat.

We require Photo Lab.
This job you can nab.
Or maybe give us one.
We are unclear on such fun.

We require a Pieceworker.
It may be a tear jerker.
Working with pieces.
The fun never ceases.

We require you.
Pauly Shore too.
Don't have a cow.
Join the remake of In The Army Now.

Don't you want to be one of those? What they are, who knows? Well actually I know a few, but I had to poke fun at my zoo. Can't even spell or put a satisfactory title up. That is a bit of a hiccup. I wonder how much a bath tutor gets paid. Maybe they take baths in trade? Knowing would probably give me gas, so I'll stay a ever so rhyming little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Things You Do When The Office Is In View!

The cat sneaks on many a time. Not even big brother will stop my rhyme. At least the boss guy that way. I can't say I'd beat the NSA. But when watched by prying eyes time sure never ever flies.

Time to work.
Such a perk.
Time goes by.
Oh me, oh my.

Work is done.
My, what fun.
Err umm not.
On comes the brain rot.

Nah, screw that.
Rhyme like a cat.
Damn those eyes.
They sure aren't wise.

It's paperclip art.
Take it to heart.
Make a chain.
Use that brain.

Count the tiles in the floor.
Then do it once more.
Maybe even a third go.
Have to make sure you are right, you know.

If you are really reeling,
Count the holes in the ceiling.
That can be tricky.
Blinking makes the outcome sticky.

Watch the pigeons poop.
They go for a loop.
In they come.
Land and relieve their bum.

Let in a sun beam.
Watch the dust gleam.
It falls all around.
Aren't dead skin cells profound?

Flick on and off the open sign.
A seizure may align.
That could scare.
Sign flicker beware.

Oh look, more work.
That is a perk.
Whoops, I'm done.
Back to the not so fun.

Do anything to pass away the day? Does boredom even come to play? Counting those ceiling holes sure can be tricky. Especially when your OCD is picky. It wants it right. Pencils could also take flight. Does anyone even use those anymore? Been years since I did at my shore. I guess I'll pencil that in for a rhyming pass. Unless big brother really does come after my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Get Steady With Ready!

Are you ready to read my post today? Fun how ready and read change with a Y at play. Don't you think? Maybe thunk brings you to the brink. Think and thunk. What a funk.

Here it comes.
Plank your bums.
Bums to the floor.
Maybe against the door.

I don't care.
Bums beware.
Throw in a butt.
But we did that rut.

Anyway, get ready.
This comes steady.
Are you ready for it?
It is the shit.

Are you ready yet?
Ready and set?
Ready you must be.
I will now tell thee.

I'm typing a post.
I typed it at my coast.
Isn't that amazing?
I know now you are gazing.

Gazing in hate?
Took the bait.
Loved by the cat.
Let's chew the fat.

Chew and chew.
It's ready for you.
Are you ready for it?
We did that bit.

You are ready.
Just like Freddy.
One two he's coming for you.
Three four I haven't a clue.

Ready to repeat?
Isn't ready neat?
Are you ready for ready's way?
Read that right today?

You're standing there.
You are aware.
You are at par.
So ready you are.

Did you get the cat? Follow any of that? Ready for the answer for today? Are you wishing ready would go away? Are you ready for that foray? Of course you are. Why? Because you don't go far. You do nothing at all. Therefore you are ready at your hall. So why ask are you ready all the time? Are you hoping to piss off a mime? Are you ready to listen to my words? Oh look, birds. I guess you aren't ready for my sass. I'll now ready more for tomorrow from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Friday, June 22, 2018

Get Out Alive Of The 9-5!

The cat is here to help you out. You don't want to die while out and about. That would just be bad. No fun would be had. Hey, if you have a big life insurance policy your spouse may be glad. We won't judge at our pad.

Safety is key.
Followed by thee.
You want to survive.
So let's make it out alive.

Earthquakes a shaking.
Nope, it's not faking.
Go stand in the doorway.
If the house falls, that will stay.

Staplers are bad.
This isn't a fad.
Safety goggles are required.
Otherwise, you won't get hired.

The sun is scary.
Tanners be wary.
Slather on that sunscreen.
Most is ineffective and can give you cancer, but hey, it smells serene.

That rolley chair is large.
You sure aren't in charge.
Don't even think on moving it.
Have to call a mover to move every bit.

Stop kidnapping everywhere.
Don't just stare.
Tell the boss where it is you go.
Even if you have to know.

Boxes are big.
Can snap you like a twig.
So even if full of air,
You're forbidden from lifting it there.

Paper may cut.
Don't be a nut.
Wear gloves when handling it.
We don't want you to have a fit.

Eating out is bad.
That can't be had.
Stay in and eat.
The vending machine has plenty a treat.

So stay aware.
Show you care.
Arrive home alive.
Follow the rules to survive.

Hmmm do you follow any of these? Most would be stupid for even fleas. Sun screen is hit or miss. But to each their own for that bliss. Goggles for a stapler though? Did someone staple their finger and toe? Damn, some safety is super lame. Know any a stupid a safety claim? I think I'll avoid broken glass, that is safe for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Ready to Become A Fan Of The Dirty, Cranky, Dusty, Nose Picking, Mean, Loud, Lazy, Large, Odd, Dopey, Silly, Greedy, Smelly, Whiny, Lying, Old Man?

Ever see a title that long? Does it sound all kinds of wrong? Do you think it is an adult one? Like the Profanity Granny run? Nope, not one bit. It is a kids book as release number 121 is lit. Ready to become a fan? Say his name three times fast and you'll be the woman or man.

Everything is always right in the town of Cherry Bright. People come and people go. They step to and they step fro. They make sure that all is tame and that every day turns out the same. At least until he caught the sight of the town of Cherry Bright.

They thought him dirty and rather mean. They ran away and made a scene. They thought him dusty and rather loud. They ran home while he stood quite proud. He was sure that they would soon be a fan of the dirty, cranky, dusty, nose picking, mean, loud, lazy, large, odd, dopey, silly, greedy, smelly, whiny, lying, old man.

Have you tried to say it three times fast yet? Is no a safe bet? Intrigued by the loooooooooooooong arse title that came due? Oh the ideas that pop in at our zoo. I could have a name as long as him come to pass, but I have grown attached to simply my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

WEP: Oh Darn, It's Yarn!

The cat will have some fun, if you want a non-rhyme short story you can go to Pat's other one. You know, the boring blog. We aren't letting him here to be a time hog. All would run away. Now on with the tale of the day.

Cassie and I were snoozing on the bed until a familiar thing was said. It had actually become a not so familiar thing as of late, but that doesn't sound as good out of the gate. I used an idiom too. What you gonna do? Gonna get upset with gonna? You know you wanna.

"What did you fleabags do to Drazin this time?"

The godly mook was back. He ruined my time to give you flack. He just yapped and yapped and yapped. It seems that he was trapped. Actually, he was trapped. No seems should be flapped. You either are or you are not. Damn, where am I going with this plot. That was rhetorical to me, so no question mark came to be.

"Free Drazin from this thing, fleabags. Drazin will skin you and make you slippers and make your human eat them if you don't free Drazin this instant."

"The godly mook is going to blow a gasket." Cassie rolled her eyes and trotted to his cage. She sure never wanted to flip the page. She was having too much fun. Drazin sure had been spun.

"Don't whack Drazin there. Drazin really will skin you fleabags."

The godly mook made his eyes glow. He is a god, you know. Or maybe you did not. We still are not so sure on that plot. Hey, that plot's on you. How are we to know if it is true?

"The godly mook went for a spin. Please tell us that you aren't going to commit sin."

"Fleabag, take your rhymes and shove them up your hairy ass."

"The godly mook has no class." My smirk made him snort. I wish that was all that occurred and we had hit abort.

Cassie grabbed one side and I another. The two strands could have been from the same mother. Does yarn have a mother? Maybe it was a sister or brother. Anyway, we yanked with glee and watched as the true godly mook came to be. Bald head, red glowing eyes, goatee, and shiny gold armor to match the shine from his head. Why couldn't we have just stayed in bed? Actually, it was on bed, but that sounds weird when said.

"Drazin doesn't know what you fleabags are up to, but Drazin doesn't want any part of it."

"And you think we want any part of you? Pffft, godly mooks." Cassie began to trot away and then it looked as if she started to play.

"Are you going to swat at it? Don't eat it or Pat will have a fit." I jumped five feet in the air. I can do that at our lair. The yarn had come alive. Or maybe it was already alive and just wanted to play dead to survive.

The two strands went this way and that. They wrapped around Cassie, Drazin, and this rhyming cat. This alive yarn thing was no fun. I would much rather give zombie feet a run. It squeezed and I thought I would burst. Alive yarn is just the worst. Now I sound like a teenage girl. Hey, you give fighting off magic yarn a whirl.

"Fleabags, chew your way free."

"Why can't you burn it, godly mook?" Cassie tried to chew but it would not do.

"We are good and screwed. This yarn has attitude."

"Drazin has had enough of this." Drazin tried to squirm free. His enough of magic yarn did not come to be.

The yarn flipped off us that way and flopped off us this way. Either way, it did not make our day. It then stretched some ends about and spelled some words out.

"You shall never eat us again," Cassie mumbled after the words un-jumbled.

"Drazin knew that you fleabags were the cause of this." Drazin's eyes glowed a little brighter. I really need to invest in a lighter.

"I haven't eaten yarn in years. Pat scolded me and never gave me cheers."

"Don't look at me, godly mook. I just eat plants and thin cords." Cassie cringed as she got squeezed more. Then we heard the turning of the door. Actually the knob, but you knew that I meant that and not corn on the cob. Hey, it rhymed and like Pat, it was well timed.

Pat came home from work. He was ready to go berserk. Our deus ex machina moment had come. Whoops, the yarn grabbed him and knocked him on his bum. Pat then whacked his head against the wall. He was out cold and of no use at all.

"No. You!" Cassie read the next words that came, and we watched as it pointed toward its end game.

"Drazin never touched yarn in Drazin's life."

"Not yarn. Spaghetti." Cassie rolled her eyes right quick. She can do that some slick. "Really? The alive yarn has a multiple personality complex? That's worse than the godly mook."

The yarn squeezed her until she could not talk. We really had to make this messed up yarn take a walk. So we did the only thing we could do. We let loose some pee and slipped on through. Yarn and cat pee do not mix. Hey, it's one of our go to tricks.

"We will have all humans for eating us every day." Cassie darted into a closet after having her say and went to her enemy that was hidden from display.

"If humans ate you, they would turn to dead meat stew." I taunted and dodged each strike while Drazin eyed me in extreme dislike. I could tell it was extreme. How? He continued to scream.

"Get Drazin out of here so Drazin can fry this thing, fleabags."

I dashed to his side and tried to bite through. The yarn was too tough, which proved it wasn't some spaghetti stew. And I was all out of number one. So I did what I do best and went for a run.

Around and around I went. The yarn really became bent. That would be upset and actually bent around corners and such. Do you think I have used actually too much? Maybe literally is the better choice. Bah, let's just finish so we can rejoice.

It let go of Drazin to stretch and chase me. By the time I was done, yarn was everywhere to see. It stretched this way and that and it never clued in while chasing the cat.

"We shall prevail and stop all who eat us." Cassie just shook her head. What? Did you think she was dead? She had a rough go. It is a scary machine, you know.

Cassie hit a button right quick. She stepped aside as Drazin grabbed it after realizing her trick.

"We shall not be eaten my ass." Drazin read the words and added the last two. He then sucked up that magic yarn that came due. The vacuum sounded ready to bust, but that machine we already distrust.

"That's not all. There is still more up and down every wall." I trotted to some more. That magic yarn wanted a WEP encore.

"Not if Drazin can help it." Drazin got rid of the rest, proving that the vacuum can pass the everything has a good point test. "There, now that Drazin has saved you fleabags, Drazin can get home."

Pat woke up just in time to see Drazin fade away. He, of course, had to have his say. "Thy demon will be slain."

"Too slow. Let the voices go."

"Time you fed us."

We trotted over to our dishes and made a wish for fishes. We ate what Pat gave, it was nothing over which to rant and rave.

"Oh, and you may want to invest in a new one of those." Cassie gleefully finished her meal while the smoking vacuum struck a pose.

"Thy demon shall pay for..."

I whacked Pat upside the head, not wanting to listen to what King Arthur said.

"Thanks. What the hell happened?" Pat tilted his head to the side. His OCD may have been mad that we ended his cleaning ride, but after we told him of the yarn's magic trick, he ditched that vacuum full of yarn with a complex some slick.

After that we returned to our nap, each of us glad we had beaten the magic yarn's trap. Did the yarn trap us though, or was it another foe? I guess that is a story for another day. No guessing as I know...right...done...okay!

Words: About Six Thirds

Ever have magic yarn come after you? Did you escape like we did at our zoo? Any thoughts on the rhyming cat? We just started and out popped that. I hope magic yarn with a multiple personality disorder never comes to pass. We wouldn't want that after our little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Laser Eyes To The Wise!

The mutt didn't work out, so now we have to try another way for those still about. The cat will get it down soon. They aren't going to get into the territory of this loon.

I may be snoozing,
But I'm still perusing.
Don't even think about it.
Yeah, you and your fluffy shit.

No. Not you.
You are grumpy too.
You stay away.
Works for our bay.

Don't sleep when I'm talking.
You better get to walking.
Don't give me that.
You're being watched by the cat.

Don't give me that look.
You tried to get in my nook.
I heard you at the door.
You'll get in no more.

I can still see you.
You're no stuffed animal too.
Those I'll rip and tear.
So you better beware.

Have to do it myself.
Have to get off my cat shelf.
Look at this fool.
He thinks he's cool.

Pffft no way.
You go eat hay.
Can't have my stash.
Come closer and I'll bash.

Two on two.
Bring the fluffball through.
Cassie will help.
Or I'll make you both yelp.

Or maybe no need.
Laser eyes are taking seed.
Cassie is ready to go.
Reap what you sow.

Hmph. Told you so.
Eyes all aglow.
So come on in.
Laser eye death for the win.

Is the cat mean? Bah, those ones are so unclean. They get hair everywhere. They can't come in our lair. Cassie agrees. Her laser eyes make them freeze. Any fluffy intruders coming after you? I hope not at your zoo. That would be bad if it were a fluffy lad or lass. A super hairy human is scary to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, June 18, 2018

A Little Stammer To The Slammer!

Sayings get said. Did that sink into your head? See? Used one there. How words on a page can sink beats my lair. But some make even less sense when we tend to let them come out more dense. As in use them wrong from here to Hong Kong.

Tow the line.
So you drag it by its spine?
Damn, all wrong there.
Toe the line at ones lair.

Interest was peaked.
Silver Fox just freaked.
His interest was piqued.
Or maybe out his hate peeked.

I could care less.
Umm okay I guess.
Care less if you like.
I couldn't care less about your hike.

You are a shoe-in.
Blue likes that new spin.
But again only one shoe.
Maybe a shoo-in without a clue?

I'm honing in on you.
So getting better at my zoo?
I must have a way to go.
I'm homing in on it though.

I said it for piece of mind.
Are you a cannibal of some kind?
Not getting any pieces here.
I said it for peace of mind to be clear.

You'll just have to make due.
Are you going to pay my zoo?
I don't take checks, just cash.
You'll have to make do with my newsflash.

What a boldface lie.
Care to give it another try?
Did plastic surgery make it bold?
That's a bald-face lie I'm told.

I'll give you free reign.
That won't end it pain.
For nothing is ever free.
I guess free rein isn't what it's cracked up to be.

Are you passionate now?
The throws of passion can wow.
Watch what you biff though?
The throes of passion are deadly, you know.

The cat is now done. I've had my fun. Any more that you've done or seen incorrect? We sure used some wrong as we reflect. But then you know and away you go. Time to toe that line and give free rein to the feline. Wait. I think I already have the latter with a side of sass. So I'll just continue on being a little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Generally I Type So Forget The Hype!

Generally I am here each day. Hmm wouldn't that be always at play? For I am far ahead. So I can stay in bed. That means I'm here. Or at least near. Generally I don't know though. Can you guess where we are going to go?

Top dog it's not.
No war time lot.
Or war mongering fool.
Those guys drool.

Generally that is.
Hey, took a quiz.
Said it was so.
Generally though.

Specific I'm not.
That isn't hot.
Not hot to trot.
Cold by a lot.

Hot and cold.
My, how bold.
Generally to both.
No temperature growth.

Generally that is.
I'm such a whiz.
I can do the weather.
Generally a mix of sun and cloud together.

Generally not so wordy.
I'll flip the birdy.
It pointed to snow.
Generally I hate that though.

Although June is safe.
Don't you chafe.
That's just sweat.
Generally it's a safe bet.

Safe and betting?
That may need vetting.
Like a thermometer up it's ass.
Not fun, ask Cass.

Generally it's not.
Unless you like that plot.
Hey, if it's your thing,
Generally let it fling.

Did that work?
May go ask a Wal-Mart clerk.
Generally they'll get stuck.
But generally, what the fluck.

Did you generally get it today? Are you generally using generally at your bay? I generally don't see it a ton. But generally just had to be spun. It generally asked for it. Are you tired of my generally bit? Generally it may scare. Generally's use sure isn't rare. I generally avoid pissing off Cass. She may go all general on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Saturday, June 16, 2018

An Early Start Taken To Heart!

Early or late, we've taken that bait. Beginning and end, we've done that trend. What is this? Al's place with repeat bliss? Nah, can't go all repeat the repeat. Blue may go into heat. Bah, it's early. Don't get squirrely.

Off we go.
To and fro.
High or low.
Damned if I know.

Just off we go.
Friend or foe.
Stub a toe.
Lawn to mow.

Things to do.
That we knew.
Me and you.
Ever so true.

Or ever so fake.
Quite the partake.
Partake the fake.
Point to make?

Point for A.
Z may play.
A To Z.
April's spree.

Look, a crawl.
Have a ball.
Started early.
Ever so pearly.

Start them early.
Can't be squirrely.
Don't call me Shirley.
I may get surly.

Take it to heart.
The early start.
Skip the rest.
Early at it's best.

Ignore the filler.
Go for the thriller.
Better start early.
Can't get curly.

What was that?
Beats the cat.
An early start.
Did I fart?

Do you believe in an early start? Forgetting the middle part? Push, push, push. Shove at a tush. Forcing things on kids and such even when they don't like it much? Skip the fun. Early start has to be done. An early start to the day that is fine at any bay. But an early start compared to what for whatever in life? Sometimes it just brings strife. I'll stick to the middle pass. Allows for fun to be had by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Friday, June 15, 2018

At This Time You Get A Rhyme!

Unless the cat screws with you. Then it may go a minute early at our zoo. Or every hour on the hour. Maybe we post two in one day with some screw up power. But still we show and on time in a row.

Time to meet.
A meet and greet.
On this street.
Isn't that neat?

An hour later.
Stuck in a crater?
No, just slow.
Whatever though.

Set a date.
Up to plate.
Time to meet.
Can't be beat.

Well into the fray.
Not today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Time we can borrow.

Ready to come.
Wow, great chum.
Be there in five.
Take the dive.

Five hours I meant.
Come now, don't vent.
You are just fine.
No need to whine.

In and out.
What it's about.
That will be the way.
Hear what I say.

Not even an in.
Out took a spin.
Didn't even show.
A line to toe.

Toe the line?
Pffft not this feline.
One gets the finger.
It may linger.

Linger we won't.
Linger we don't.
Can't show on time,
Go suck on a mime.

Are you a slacker? A very slow packer? Say and then don't? Show up on time you won't? Pffft you'll see no cat around. We won't be found. Gotta love people who take their time and then act like everything should be sublime. You'll never have to wait with us. Unless we get behind a slow going bus. Or go off a cliff. Maybe run into Biff? Manure may even get less sass than such humans from my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Better For You..Yep..Really..Times Two!

This post is for you. It is so true. It is so much better. Just read every single letter. Read and read as it takes seed. I guess it all takes seed at once when you see it. But as I type it comes bit by bit. Forget that. Read away where you're at.

This is for you.
It is the best.
Every word is true.
You have such zest.

You'll be a perfect fit.
You'll work the best.
You are the shit.
You pass the test.

No test taken.
You are that good.
We aren't mistaken.
That should be understood.

All about you.
Nothing for we.
That is soooo true.
Focus on thee.

Shift the focus?
Bah, don't go there.
No hocus pocus.
Don't you dare.

We have none applied?
We are in desperation mode?
We may have lied?
We sold you a load?

We want you to do crap?
We don't want to tell?
We made our lips flap?
We gave a hard sell?

But it's all about you.
There is no we.
You haven't a clue.
Only we is you, me and thee.

A repeat times two?
See how much we love you?
It is so true.
Love like super glue.

We can't get another?
Bah, forget that.
We're just like your mother.
You're the best cat.

Pffffffffffft is what we say. Followed closely by a no friggin way. Can you see desperation when it is about? We can sure pick it out. Applied for one job and they tried to get us to do another one. The one that got applied to by no one. And for crap pay. So we went on our way. If that desperate they can pay more. Ever get super desperate at your shore? On that we'll hopefully forever take a pass. I wouldn't be a very good desperate little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Here Today It's The Possible Way!

The cat wants to win the lottery because then we can take up pottery. Like you really believe that. But hey, it rhymes and doesn't fall flat. And still possible to do. A ticket just needs to be bought at ones zoo. Not probable though, so save your dough.

Here we sit.
Full of wit.
Full of shit.
Either or for it.

Both come out.
Both can pout.
Create it that is.
A possible biz.

One is all but sure.
It has but only one cure.
The other more pure,
As it has an allure.

A step out the door.
Time to explore.
May find a nut.
May find the treasure of King Tut.

Squirrels may stare.
What do you care?
No need to quit early.
Let the squirrels get squirrely.

Wish to write.
A thought at night.
Wishing upon a star,
Won't get you far.

The star is dead.
All in your head.
Whoops, bad me.
I crushed the dreams of thee.

Should I say good?
As well I should.
Now reality kicks in.
Possible to probable takes a spin.

You actually write.
Words take flight.
A book is born.
Grew like corn.

And out it came.
Can make the claim.
Unlike the shit,
Possible if only you do it.

Did you follow the cat? You can do nothing and it is 100% possible you will take a strat. But that doesn't apply to much else out there. Much is possible if you do it at your lair. Without the do the whole "anything is possible" is the equivalent of poo. Do and possible is at hand. Unless you try to fly with no plane across the land. Then you may become a flat sidewalk mass. You were warned by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Don't Float Like A Goat On A Boat!

Look at that. What a clever cat. Yeah, stroking my own ego there as I used a book title in a blog title at my lair. A double win. Okay, now I'll go back to giving a new rhyme a spin.

A stubborn goat.
A sinking boat.
One may gloat.
The other may float.

Both take note.
In the same boat.
A boat of note.
Full of goat and gloat.

Happy to float.
Float in a boat.
Happy to quote,
Some ego bloat.

To bloat and float.
A glutton goat.
A larger boat.
That's all she wrote.

Or maybe he wrote.
Equal opportunity take note.
No Murder She Wrote.
That remake can't float.

What's with the float?
What's with the goat?
What's with the bloat?
Should I just quote?

Quote a goat.
Quote a boat.
The Alba Varden note?
Does that get your vote?

Brain gone to moat?
Blame the goat.
Grab your throat.
You didn't float.

Sank with no bloat.
Don't have gloat.
Hit a new note.
No stubborn goat.

Floating to float,
Hitched to a boat.
Swimming of note.
A new vision to quote.

Did the cat make sense? Are you still on the fence? It may poke you in the bum. That is just a warning, chum. You can sink, you can swim or you can float. Hint: the first two are the only of note. You float along with the goat in a boat wearing a coat, you learn nothing of note. Do you just float? Sink or swim and jump from the boat? Boy, the cat must be full of gas. I can just float into the air with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, June 11, 2018

A Polite Kinda Not Right!

Do you humans listen to yourselves some days? Your brains must be lost in a maze. At least if you go literal to one and all. Maybe I'm just the crazy one at my hall. Yeah, both are true. On with it at our zoo.

That you don't want.
But some still flaunt.
You hate its guts.
Like fish cold cuts.

Is that a thing?
Could be cha-ching.
Or maybe not.
Could sit and rot.

But whatever it is,
Like snow or quiz,
You give something a go.
Nope, it isn't flat out no.

Unless you get ruffled,
Then it becomes muffled.
Otherwise you spout it out.
No thank you is what you spout.

So thank you is the way,
When giving thanks come to play.
But no thank you is had,
When not giving thanks at your pad.

Hmm how does that work?
Is it some kind of non perk.
I would say hell no to you,
But instead I'll give you no thanks at our zoo.

And you nod and agree.
I just pretty much told off thee.
I'm not giving you any thanks.
I just became the equivalent of banks.

But you love it.
Love no thanks every bit.
You suck it right up,
Like beer in your cup.

Yet you want thanks other times.
Are you some demented mimes?
No thanks for that.
Thanks where you're at.

Both get a smile.
Do they stop from creating a pile?
Kind of cancel each other out?
No thanks is what it's all about.

Do you say more than no? Are you soooooo mean at your show? You give no and no thanks. That is as means as banks. I'm giving you nothing and you won't get any thanks too. Whatever will you do? Did I confuse you yet? Did you follow the pet? You want me to repeat that? No thanks, I'll let Al do the repeat thing where he's at. Look, I just gave you a no and no thanks too. Aren't I mean to you? Thanks for reading my sass. Now you've been canceled out by my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.  

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Me Not First As That's The Worst!

The cat runs ahead of all. I may even trip you down the hall. You humans sure can run around a race track thing too. That is when you want first to come due. That and a whole bunch more. But we aren't going that way at our shore.

Toady is the day.
The day I play.
Play something new.
I bid the old adieu.

I just can't.
I'm an ant.
Where's my queen?
Bring her on scene.

You try it first.
It may make me burst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll be the second place guy.

That can't be done.
It looks like no fun.
I'll try it though.
But first, you go.

It's just safer that way.
Go ahead and play.
I'll watch from over here.
No. I don't have fear.

I'm just comfortable here.
There is no fear.
I repeated a rhyme twice?
Damn...I mean how nice.

That looks cool.
I learned it in school.
It must be sweet.
It is ever so neat.

You try it first.
I'm just the worst.
Go ahead and try.
I'll stand here and spy.

What? You did it?
You are a hit?
But I wanted that.
I was close by as I sat.

I would have done it first.
You are the worst.
You should have let me try.
Excuse me while I go cry.

Don't you love those not wanting to try something new first? They act like they will burst. Then when it becomes a hit, they always knew it. If it becomes swell for another, they go whine to their mother. It was my idea to do. I just watched in view. Pffffft if you let others go, you reap what you sow. Trying first doesn't always work out for any in any class, but it beats not trying when it comes to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Won Here So Come And Peer!

Humans really are sheep. All you need to do is go meep meep. Or would that be the Road Runner? Bah, going with sheep is funner. For in you herd at the drop of a word.

$10,000 winning ticket sold here.
Someone bought it that was near.
This place is so great.
We sold a big ticket, mate.

Wowee. That is cool.
Let us be ever the fool.
We will come and buy and buy.
Surely that is going to fly.

The place has luck.
Pfffft pass the buck.
A fake word for sheep.
Back to the meep meep.

There's the draw.
Fingernails you gnaw.
Whoops, you lost.
Tickets can be tossed.

It was just a fluke.
I want to be as rich as a duke.
That place has such luck.
I'll go spend many more a buck.

Here we go.
It will win, I know.
That place done it before.
It has to have an encore.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.
Damn it. I'm not winning.
That place won before.
It has to have an encore.

I'll try again.
I'll buy ten.
Now I have to win.
To not to would be a sin.

I lost it all.
Baa is my call.
Or would that be meep meep?
Can't keep track of so many sheep.

Sheep can't do math.
Bank account suffers wrath.
As in goes to zero, zilch, nadda.
But they still believe the yadda, yadda.

Ever notice nuts flocking to a place after a win? Math class clearly must have done them in. The odds of winning are the exact same. Sorry to burst your bubble or put out your flame. But they are the exact same as they were last week, last year, last whatever. That place may win again...never. No such thing as a lucky store. All right, now I'm done at my shore. Ever go buy because of a winning mass? Better not tell my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Friday, June 8, 2018

The Amazing Boring Keeps Restoring!

Humans sure have done many a grand thing. I'll give you that at your wing. You invented kitty litter. That sure doesn't make me bitter. But That is so easy now. It seems boring somehow. Right? Get where I'm going at my site?

The outhouse came due.
Not amazing through and through.
But then comes the loo.
So amazing to view.

Many an ass uses it.
Fills it with shit.
Now just not so.
Okay, away we go.

Man can fly.
Oh me, oh my.
He may die.
But he can fly.

Planes by the load.
Amazing transportation mode.
Bah, thousands of them now.
So boring they no longer wow.

Fly me to the moon.
What an amazing sand dune.
Do it over and over.
Sure to impress rover.

Fly me to the moon?
Bah, just a crummy sand dune.
Been there and done that.
So boring it falls flat.

Look at the car.
We can now go far.
No horse and cart.
We can go to Wal-Mart.

Whoopdi doo.
Millions in view.
Four wheels and plastic.
So not as fantastic.

We're going to Mars.
That ups the amazing bars.
Ups it to Woweeeee.
Going to Mars is for me.

Yeah, we went to Mars.
Go hum a few bars.
We've seen it done.
What's next to be spun?

You humans sure lose interest rather fast. Even when things aren't that far into the past. Do you take for granted now what is mundane? I do with the litter box at our lane. It just has to come to be when I need to pee. Does the moon, loo, cars or planes still impress? Would that be anyone's guess? Is anyone a lad or lass? Sure beats my amazing little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

A Dare Not To Compare!

The cat does it too. I guess this one isn't just the human crew. I compare food at my sea. Don't like it and you'll get a nose curl from we. We may also try to bury it when we don't find it a hit.

A comparison factor.
Ranges from road to actor.
From actual ranges.
Even to life's changes.

The nature of all.
They give it a call.
Never wants to stall.
See it on every internet wall.

This store is great.
Compared to that one it's second rate.
But compared to this one it's great.
Do you agree with me, mate?

Then comes the fish.
Ignoring...I wish.
Nope, they swim in a school.
Answered by many a fool.

Are you insane?
That is a better train.
This just plan sucks.
I wouldn't waste my bucks.

You're both nuts.
This has great nuts.
That is the worst in town.
The other makes me frown.

And further we delve.
Grab a book from a shelve.
You'll be here all day.
All have to have their say.

I'm the better judge.
You two need to budge.
I know more than you.
Compared to me, you haven't a clue.

Compared to you?
Pffft says who?
I'm the best.
When comparing there is no contest.

Now don't get crazy.
Your eye sight must be hazy.
For I stand above all.
Compared to you my name should be on a wall.

Do you like to compare? Does one even dare? Why not just say you like or not? Is it that hard for the human lot? Oh, I like this place. This place I also embrace. See? Easy as can be to come to pass. Now I'll go back to comparing the hairs on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Hey Diddle Diddle The Fingers Shall Fiddle!

 Now don't stutter.
We didn't go gutter.
If you want to diddle,
You weren't looking for a riddle.

Instead you fiddle.
Fiddle and diddle.
A fiddling diddler?
Beats a diddling piddler.

Where am I going?
The ideas are a flowing.
I'm in the knowing.
Reap and stowing.

Or would that be sow?
Damned if I know.
Actually I do.
One plus one is two.

Blah, it's math.
Could suffer wrath.
Should I fiddle?
Stuck in the middle.

Should or should not.
No middle to the plot.
A rhyming Yoda.
I hate soda.

Would it be pop?
I better stop,
Could cause a fiddle.
From side to middle.

Or middle to side.
A one handed ride.
Oh, this sounds dirty.
Now don't get flirty.

I've been done.
Done and spun.
But not quite.
Change light to light.

I've become a nut.
Time to go take a piddle.
I'm done with this fiddle. 

Do you fiddle with things even when they don't need fiddling? Wouldn't you rather be diddling? Comes a point when the fiddling must go and what you write must show. Getting it out there is the way. Then you can fiddle with the next display. Or go and piddle or diddle. Have to exercise that middle. Okay, I'm through with fiddling with this pass. I'll now go fiddle, not really, with my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Take A Hike To Ride A Bike!

The cat has sure heard this a time or ten. You humans spout it off at every den. "Just like riding a bike." That saying you sure seem to like. But do you think farther on it? Nope. What is that thinking shit?

Just like riding a bike.
You spout it when needed.
From adult to tyke,
In brains it is deeded.

The words, not the action.
For that's all you say.
Don't want to end up in traction,
So you don't go and replay.

Learning the bike.
That you must do.
Won't get a Farcebook like,
Or read about any how to.

You get on and try.
Crash. Boom. Bang.
You surely don't fly.
There may come a clang.

But try you do.
And try some more.
Then two by two,
You may start to soar.

Hmm went to birds.
Tabbies may have a fit.
They fly in herds.
Watch out for their shit.

Back to the bike.
Once learned it stays.
So that saying you like,
For one particular maze.

The doing you forget.
You chuck it aside.
You avoid any bet.
A bike you can ride.

So it should apply.
Apply to one and all.
The saying never does deny.
Follow the bouncing ball.

Let's read and pretend to know.
Be the best you can be.
Doing is such a hard go.
But it's like riding a bike for you and me.

Think further on it now? Did the cat ring a bell somehow? You didn't read how to ride and pretend to know. You got up and kept giving it a go. You learned through doing. Now to doing most go a shooing. But that saying is still given many a go. At least you can give off that flow. Hmm should I ask if you can ride one first? If you can't, that whole saying kinda does burst. I'll give that saying a pass, which is easy, because it is just like riding a bike, whoops, for my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Put In The Disk For Risk!

Time for world domination at our sea. Hold on. Cats already made that come to be. You scoop our waste and we pay no rent. Yep, got that. No need to get bent. You may lose an arm. So could be a risk of harm.

Walk so brisk,
Here comes the risk.
So scary and bad.
Risk is had.

A risk of releasing.
Career could be ceasing.
Oh so scary thought.
That is a risky plot.

It's just a feeling.
One that leaves you reeling.
So it is forever risky.
Like at STD from getting frisky.

One has merit.
The other a ferret.
As in its brain.
Did I cause you pain.

An actual risk.
One not brisk.
It has a high degree.
It may happen to thee.

The other...not so much.
You are just out of touch.
Out of touch with reality.
Maybe you could be saved by Catality.

A little plug.
Did I risk a bug?
Maybe a bug in a rug.
Two for one from my grinning mug.

Oh that is a risk.
Hide that disk.
A smile could scare.
Or bring stalkers, beware.

Yeah, such a BIG risk.
Like catching the plague from eggs you whisk.
Like lightning smacking you in the head.
Oh no, the risk has you dead.

Actual risk at play?
Nope, not many today.
Just wrap when your frisky.
Lowers the old risky.

Do you go with feels risky and run away? Is it like a scary clown on display? Do you actually look at the data or odds first? Or are you just scared and run before you burst? Don't you love imaginary risk? Let's pop in that world domination disk. The cat will win with another pass. Warning, sometimes it may be risky to listen to my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Lend An Ear For Did You Hear!

At least cats look at you in disgust and it is feed me or bust. Unlike the dog who eats things in disgust and in everything with you they trust. Why am I telling you that? Can't give a bad name to the cat.

Did you hear, did you hear?
So and so shed a tear.
The cried over dirt.
It got on their skirt.

Isn't that juicy juice?
Come on and let loose.
Go and tell so and so.
So and so has to know.

Did you hear about that?
Wow, that is some scat.
I have to tell one and all.
I'll share it on my Farcebook wall.

Did you hear about him?
He went out on a limb.
He fell in a lake.
It deserves a double take.

Did you hear about her?
She grows fur.
It comes out her ears.
I bet her head has gears.

Did you hear about that?
Yeah. It is full of strat.
Did you hear that means shit?
The cat told me to say it.

Did you hear about so and so?
Is that a yes or a no?
No. Not that so and so.
That so and so is in the know.

Did you mention so and so?
That is a high and not a low.
That so and so isn't in a row.
So and so is my new foe.

Did you hear about they?
They went on their way.
They are sooooo bad at it.
Say that and they'll have a fit.

Did you hear, did you hear?
If not, come a little near.
I'll tell you what they fear.
Did you hear, did you hear?

So did you hear? No need to tell my rhyming rear. For it it gossip hound and not gossip cat. So go be a hound where you are at. Are you a gossip nut stuck in a gossip rut? If so, the cat will tell you about so and so with my next pass, which may only come when I turn into a canine little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

A Clean Slate Takes The Bait!

Does piling on a dead horse help you? Would that be beating at ones zoo? Who the heck does that? Some serial killer who wants to see a horse splat? Yeah, we won't go there. That would raise the cat's neck hair.

Let's stay stuck.
Stuck in the muck.
It's a wise choice.
Just shut up and rejoice.

It is the way.
Can't go astray.
Can't sing a new tune.
Not morning, night or noon.

It could hinder.
Float like cinder.
Actually sink.
Bring all to the brink.

Things are fine.
They align.
They keep you safe.
No need to chafe.

500 years of doing.
It needs no shooing.
1000 years says so.
We aren't the dinosaurs, you know.

Stay and love.
No need to shove.
It is what it is.
Same answers on the quiz.

Oh, but wait.
Don't roll out the hate.
We can change some.
We're all PC there, chum.

That's so easy.
It is also pleasy.
Easy and pleasy.
Nothing is cheesy.

A clean slate?
Pfft don't tempt fate.
This is the way.
We did it just yesterday.

We can't confuse.
Don't change the fuse.
Stay in your lane.
We don't want it to rain.

Don't you love ancient rules? Maybe even the enforcing fools? Don't you love how some things stay stuck just to save or make the almighty buck? When there are better a way but oh no, change can't come this day. The slate is already busted and brittle, but we can spiff it up a little. That is just the way it was created and came to pass. Pffft and I'm a dog with a little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Friday, June 1, 2018

A Collecting We Don't Because We Won't!

Did you think we'd go all hoarders today? Bah, been there done that at our bay. Plus collecting they do. If you can call it that at your zoo. Instead we'll go input. Count the toes on your foot.

A data collecting.
Can't start neglecting.
Let's pretend.
Later we can amend.

Isn't this nifty.
We can be shifty.
Pull it from our ass.
We'll fool any mass.

90% of this.
It brings bliss.
52% of that.
It melts fat.

The data is there.
Like a head of hair.
Lots to see.
Manufactured by me.

Counting and collecting?
Bah, that involves selecting.
Just get it off the internet.
Facebook is the place they all vent.

Why create new?
Go tried and true.
Or tried and fake.
But shhh don't partake.

Just go with the flow.
We're really in the know.
Nod and agree.
Our data comes free.

We held no beta.
We just got our data.
Can't you accept that?
76% say yes with no spat.

Old data works.
It has perks.
Done 50 years ago.
2.5 kids were in the know.

Can't gather new.
So just shoo.
Your data doesn't count.
You'll ruin our amount.

Don't you love stats pulled from an ass? Put them on the internet and they are believed by many a lad and lass. Don't you love using old data to create something new? Like data 50 years ago is, usually, ever relevant to today's view. Want new data one has to put in the work and not be a lazy jerk. That is the end of my data sass. Now you can go back to collecting data on my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.