Saturday, November 18, 2017

A Voice Shake Causes A Headache!

It would amuse the cat if it didn't cause headaches where we are at. Ugg is all the cat can say. I have to hide under the bed until they go away. Humans with a big yap sure can flap.

How are you today?
I'm fine with what I say.
I'm oh so great.
I'm great too, mate.

I'm the best.
I beat the rest.
Don't you hear me?
Look and see!

I was lucky.
I'm just ducky.
I'm the best.
I beat the rest.

I have done this.
This you can't miss.
This you won't miss.
On you I piss.

I'm here, I'm here.
Hear my cheer.
I'm the best, the best.
A repeat fest.

Hear me speak.
I am a freak.
As repeat one.
Same tale is spun.

I'm the best.
Don't be a pest.
Listen to my voice.
I'll give you no choice.

LISTEN TO ME.
I WANT THE ATTENTION OF THEE.
I CAN HEAR YOU.
DON'T WHISPER TO YOUR CREW.

I'M THE BEST.
LOOK AT MY CHEST.
YOU MUST LISTEN TWICE.
MY YELLING IS OH SO NICE.

DID YOU HEAR ME?
I'M A BUSY BEE.
How are you today?
Hear what everyone has to say.

Did you get a headache from that? Don't blame the cat. Uggg is all I can do when you get yappy people together by the few. This person talks while that person talks and then it sounds like a bunch of squawks. Ever try talking over another out there? Can raise the volume at ones lair. It is an easy way to make the cat run away. Pffft to joining any headache creating fray. I would only stay to give them sass, otherwise, I skedaddle away with my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall. 

Friday, November 17, 2017

Just About There Without A Care!

So the cat was napping as Pat was flapping. Actually he may have been swearing a bit, annoyed with some twit. Considering he'd be done on the fly, the cat can see why.

My part's done.
Done like I said.
Now back to fun.
Rest my head in bed.

Wait to complete.
Wait on a twit.
My patience left in defeat,
By such a lazy shit.

Two weeks it will take.
No problem at all.
It's a piece of cake,
After that give a calll.

Oh, I was away.
I forgot about that.
I'll start today.
I'll have it done, stat.

Two weeks more.
I'm almost there.
This is such a chore.
Why the hateful glare?

It's done by me.
Aren't you happy?
I forgot to call thee?
Damn, you are flappy.

I'm out today.
But I'll get it to you.
Just go and play.
It will come through.

My secretary will call.
She does that well.
Oh damn it all,
This week's been hell.

Here you are.
I said it was done.
It's all on par,
Boy, was it a ton.

Worked me to the bone.
Enough that I need a break.
Well, I'll leave you alone.
It was a piece of cake.

Pfffffffffffffft don't you love waiting on another to get something done? Especially when you could have had it 1000 times over already spun. Add to it that they are a lazy twit and Pat may talk to them with such words like shit. But that is the breaks when working with another to get crap done. The other sure gave a whiny tale that was spun. Another reason group work in school sucked a ton. There was always one. Love group work in work or class? It was always hated by my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Taking Hold Of The Old!

The cat and all of you have sure heard it a time or two. More like a thousand times at least. On it humans seem to feast. A feast of words that is with this old biz. Time to go to school. Isn't that cool?

Happened last year.
Whether thing or gear.
Clothes or act.
Fiction or fact.

No matter the case.
It you must embrace.
So put a smile on your face,
And become an ace.

Wow, that was cool.
You went old school.
I am sure impressed,
With how you dressed.

What a fool.
They went old school.
Didn't they hear,
That it was so last year?

A handy tool.
It was cool.
But it's in the pool,
Of, you guessed it, old school!

Aged some well.
What the hell.
It is so old.
Schooled some bold.

Schooled and aged.
Old's been paged.
And some it comes.
Old school chums.

That's so old school.
You aren't cool.
Who uses chums?
Maybe just rhyming bums?

Typed it seconds ago.
But it's old school you know.
You can't escape that.
You chewed that fat.

No staying whelmed.
Old school is helmed.
When it's no longer new.
Old school is true.

When does something become old school? When it makes one a fool? How does it become school? Was there a school for that handy tool? Is that where it came from? Some school by a chum? Damn, I went old school once more. Chum is so old school at my shore. Do you let old school come to pass? Anything you do that gets old school sass? Maybe I'll ask my old school singing bass. He may answer my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.