Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Round Fifty Eight Is First Rate!

The search engine nuts are back and this time it's all us at our shack. Took a while to save them up to get enough because they usually search weird stuff. But here we are as they search nuts actually look for our sand bar.

It's Rhyme Time

That's the name the holds our fame.

Pat and Adam

It's fact, you're wrong with that act.

patthattbooks

Added an extra t as you searched for me.

patt hatt

The t sure shines through. Hey, why not have two?

pat hatt books

I guess not. A flip flop extra t with the lot.

rhymetime blog

That it is with the blogging biz.

Pat & cat

Times too at our zoo.

Pat hatt cowboys

Really wants Pat to ride a pony. We think that's baloney.

Pat under the sea

They are trying to drown Pat. We can't put up with that.

Pat hatt cat rhyme time blog

Geez, got it all in. Guess you really wanted to find our bin.

Gone away Pat

That is a new one to me. Pat doesn't travel much at our sea.

a rhyming nut

That we are. Beats being on par.

word volcano cat

Hmm okay. I'll erupt each day.

psycic ews cat

Can't spell right. Afraid I'll bite?

And the winner for today I'm sure some could guess at their bay. Not as vile as those of the past. Unless you think they are part of the fetish cast. But we won't care there. They may ask for it to be seen bare.

Cat's Little Rhyming Ass

That works for me. As it is used every day at my sea. And so the laid back search engine nuts have come and gone. They come back at bit at my lawn. Mostly It's Rhyme Time is the one that brings them under our sun. I guess they really like the gas that comes out of my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Pegged Them All At The Other Hall!

The cat sought out the weakness of each one as around I did run. I had to stay on top. So I made sure they all were a flop. Not that they could beat me. But finding their weakness causes me glee.


The first up is an easy one.
He gets along with all cats under the sun.
I just pretend to be nice.
Then when he gets close, he pays the price.


Old shifty eyes isn't hard.
 He can't top a rhyming bard.
He's actually just scared of my ass.
Sees it and he runs after my sass.


 Mr. Lie Anywhere is fun.
Fun for me to make him run.
I just jump on him.
His lying soon turns grim.


The counter surfer guy,
Thinks he is rather spry.
I just get there first.
When he jumps up, his bubble does burst.


The old timer has no time for me.
Pat makes sure I leave him be. 
I guess he's too old for my hiss and spit.
Or would that be shit?


She is the opposite of the first.
 For one she may burst.
And secondly she hates every cat.
Sees me and scurries away like a rat.


The fluff ball makes me drool.
That is so not cool.
I get his hair in my yap.
But I drool on him and he's a disgusted chap.


Buck tooth bouncer guy,
Sure is rather spry.
He watches the door for every cat. 
I just walk on past that dingbat.


And then there is prissy.
Thinks she is quite the missy.
I get enough of that with Cass.
So I can just swat this prim and proper lass.


 And lastly another easy one.
He makes noises by the ton.
If I join in with him in the chirping and stuff.
He runs because my vocal chords are rough.

Am I a mean cat? Maybe so at the other mat. But it gives me glee to be a bully to the ones at their other sea. Now that I know each weakness as well. I can raise even more hell. Or if all else fails I just chase them toward the mutt. They hate her as much as us at their hut. Cassie only hisses at one or two. She is no fun just picking on a few. You have to get after the entire mass. Show them that the boss is my cocky little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

All Kinds Of Art Taken To Heart!

Never fear. None of the cat's drawing is near. That would scare many away. Maybe not as much as zombie feet on display. But there is an art at the ready. So art may come steady.

The Art of the Sparkly Fart.
Whoops, a shameless plug to start.
Hey, I'm using the art of selling.
There is no need for yelling.

So I don't need to draw?
Not with paw or claw?
And I get to call it art?
Damn, artistic I can be with any part.

The art of walking.
The art of talking.
The art of nose picking.
The art of finger licking.

Preferably not two in one.
Although that is an art run.
Saw such "art" at a job interview.
A pick and eat came due.

Doesn't that scream work there?
They have art to spare.
So much that they eat it.
Blah, my ocd just had a fit.

But it did it to art.
Would you take part?
The art of blogging.
The art of logging.

One you type.
The other you gripe.
Yeah, screw the physical labor art.
Rather go to Wal-Mart.

Now there is some art.
The art of a person part.
Many show cracks to start.
It then delves deeper into art.

Now I'll demonstrate an art.
The opposite art of start.
The art of the finish.
Such art can't diminish. 

Whoops, I failed.
My art has been jailed.
Still no artistic skill.
Guess my art is set to chill.

Does you art chill out? Do you go all art of the shout? Could be art to anything and everything. Even the art of a fling. Hey, it is still spring. You can go for it at your blog wing. There is also an art to each season. Damn, this art thing works every which way for no reason. I think I'll go leave some art in the grass from my ever so artful little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.