So the cat has to confess that each day what comes up is anyone's guess, but that you knew. What I have to confess is I'm addicted at my zoo. For the trail keeps blazing on as new ideas dawn. I hop around and all kinds of ideas are found. Plus just type one word and then comes out something absurd.
Damn, I can't stop.
Another post goes plop.
That point above,
Deserves more love.
The one below,
People have to know.
That ugly sight,
Was sure a fright.
But I just have to tell,
So what the hell.
Another post will come due,
Making me 100 ahead at my zoo.
Wow, I could take a three month break,
And go sit by a lake.
Look I even have to brag,
Should we discuss the rule of tag?
No, I really hate rules,
They are for fools.
The words give a command,
And to be told they demand.
I can't stop the flow,
They come high and low,
More ideas grow,
And give off their rhyming glow.
Even the old comes back,
On the rhyming attack.
Like turn OFF stupid WV at your shore.
Ever consider the mechanics of a slamming door?
See anything comes to mind.
This writing thing is so unkind.
Making me miss my nap,
So I can fill the gap.
But that gap never closes up.
It's like I have too much coffee in my cup.
Making the ideas hyper at my sea.
Of course no complaint will come out of me.
The writing just wants to be told.
Even if the post is three months old.
As it takes a while to come to pass.
Writing this one while I have gas.
It is November as well.
Boy, isn't writing swell?
It makes me do all of this.
I need to run around and hiss.
But oh no.
The rhymes have to flow.
About a speck of dirt.
Or some bimbo that wanted to flirt.
See that idea has to come out as well.
Plenty to tell.
Round and round the writing goes.
Now I will go chew on Pat's toes.
You know the bigger one is easy to grab. But if you can give the small one a nab, you may be able to run off with that. Although might hurt your human, poor Pat. But this writing hurts me. It is addicting you see. Actually I suppose it is better to do. Or the ideas would always be in my head turning me blue. Well I have to go write another post that keeps up the huge backload of this rhyming host. For another idea has come to pass. Writing is so demanding of my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.