It is time the cat showed dVerse how to make some real dough and not just have some silly tip jar at their show. So I suppose I will rip off them today here at my bay.
Hi, my name is Orlin the rhyming cat.
And I am running the dVerse mat.
Poetry to me means many things.
It can give words wings.
It can even confuse the masses,
And knock some on their asses.
Dumbfounded humans isn't that uncommon though.
Just look around your show.
You can see them painting a wall.
You can see them crawling down a hall.
Did I mention naked people were there?
Which one? Use your imagination at your lair.
But all in all what it means,
To many you see on computer screens.
Is that one is nice and broke.
Yep, one broke bloke.
How else can they see,
All this misery?
They must be all down in the gutter,
Literally, as they sit and mutter.
Watching the world go by,
With their one good eye.
Typing on Windows 95,
With dial up at some food court hive,
With their one good arm.
The other works like a charm.
To hold up the antenna to get a signal to come near.
They even wrap it around their ear.
Dumpster diving is a sport.
More exercise than a basketball court.
Line ups for the best view,
Of all the caged animals at the zoo,
Are fought over every day.
Inspiration from a caged display,
Seems to be all the rage.
But then they scribble on a newspaper page.
Between the black and white.
That gives them another idea each night.
As they literally read between the lines,
To meowing, stray, horny felines.
Then they have to eat,
Their work for a treat.
I hear it tastes sweet,
But nothing like meat.
So grab your purse,
And help out dVerse.
Forget the linky thing,
Let the money fling.
See isn't the cat helpful today? For all the poor poets on display. Wait, that could be me. Better yet, forget the dVerse sea and just give all to the cat. Leave it under my door mat. Wallets are excepted too. They just don't rhyme with dVerse at my zoo. So dVerse hosting has come to pass from my ever so helpful little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.