Friday, November 24, 2017

Modeling It After A Hit!

Oh look, that blog is a hit. I have to copy it. Yeah, that will be the way to fortune and fame or whatever else out there that is lame. Hmm making fun? I guess I'm copying myself so far with this run.

The perfect way,
Came to play.
Perfect when done,
With what was spun.

So you try.
Bat an eye.
Copy the thing.
Expect the bling.

Copy a car site,
To your site of bite.
As in dental stuff.
Can't get enough.

Copy a food site,
With one for a flashlight.
Yep, you saw the light,
And went blind on sight.

Copy a social media site.
Have another 50 take flight.
Those will sure be a hit.
Hmmm they didn't do shit?

Copy a pet site.
Have humans flying a kite.
That will so work.
People will think it a perk.

Copy a law site.
Whoops, lawsuit took flight.
You sure didn't get far.
Better off copying the car.

Copy a travel site.
Make it for fitness might.
That will fly away overnight.
And I'm a unicorn at my site.

Copy a rhyming nut.
Can't rhyme so you show smut.
Yep, that will end well.
Hey, some find smut swell.

The perfect way,
Now not so perfect a display.
Flip and flopped,
As the copycat was cropped.

Ever see sites try and copy you? I've seen some copy another zoo. You can see it with sites, products, movies, this, that and the other thing. The copycats are all about the cha-ching. Which in the end makes most trash, leaving you with a bad rash. I'll stick with my non copycat sass and just be an original little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Private Viewing Leads To Stewing!

The cat is oh so private at our sea. You know pulling armpit hair brings me glee. That is the best knowledge out there. You even know I run around bare. Hmm maybe I should rethink that. I guess I'm not a private cat.

What the fluck?
Says the duck.
We're birds of a feather.
We stick together.

I'm with you.
Right in view.
You're with me.
Come and see.

See and view.
View times two.
It's a repeat.
Isn't that neat?

Look at the hits.
They aren't the pits.
They are the best.
Go away, you pest.

I'm private at my sea.
This is no place for thee.
Privacy is all mine.
Can't you read the sign?

It's right there.
Yeah, I'm standing bare.
But it's right in the back.
See? Privacy at my shack.

So I posted it.
Who gives a shit?
I'm private anyway.
Turn your eyes away.

It's not there for you.
It's for others to view.
Oh look, another hit.
I'll be back in a bit.

Today I did this.
This you can't miss.
Look at me in view.
It is me and you.

What was that?
Don't be a dingbat.
That isn't for you.
I'm private even with my 10,000th view.

Ever meet such a "private" nut? They are in such a private rut, but they post everything online. Yeah, there is a conundrum that won't align. I wonder why? Nah, no wondering for this guy. Drama is all such "private" nuts bring to pass. You can be sure I'll remain a non-private little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Don't Breathe The Air It's Only Fair!

The cat likes to shake his head as he curls up in a nice comfy bed. Humans sure make it shake a bunch as they are really out to lunch. Like the dumpster diving type of lunch. Watch what it is you crunch.

Look at me.
I'm so great.
I've got a knee.
Just like you, mate.

Look at you.
You're so bad.
You need to use the loo,
Not unlike my pad.

We're both tall.
That is a win.
But damn it all,
Being short isn't a sin.

Oh wait a minute there.
They're oh so short.
And look, he has hair.
Something we can't abort.

Together we've banded.
We're both the best.
Oh no, you're left handed.
You failed the test.

Back to great me.
Until I saw you.
You have two eyes to see.
I also have two.

What? You can't drive?
How insane is that.
Together we don't jive.
In life you fall flat.

I'm in the right.
You are too tall.
You need some sunlight.
You have a low-tier job at the mall.

You are black.
You are old.
Intelligence you lack.
On the wrong religion you've been sold.

Look at me.
I'm so great.
I have another knee,
Just like you, mate.

Don't you love how humans go for the differences and then run away? Like being old or tall or super short is a scary display. Better watch what air you breathe too. One of those tall people may be breathing beside you. Yet everyone breathes, eats, has knees and shits. Somehow humans magically forget such bits. Maybe similarities are a better way to go? All humans can sure stub a toe. Oh no, I related humans of every class. I better now go hide from those with pitchforks coming for my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.