The dVerse Tease Of The Ease!

Not sure where this even came from one of those moments where a word was heard from by little rhyming bum and then poof off I went once more on some rhyming run at my shore. As if that is different than any other day at my bay. So the Face it Facts are another random post at my bar. When are they not? Yeah, I do that a lot. Is it bad when you talk to yourself so much? Maybe just a touch.

Like a breeze,
Comes a tease.
That of ease,
Making you scurry like fleas.

Dark alley is faster,
Obvious disaster.
Sticking with what you got,
Head up a butt.

Adding to a gut,
Forgettng a nut,
An easy scam,
Like King Abubu ham.

The tease of ease,
Is worse than fleas.
Which many fall for,
Wishing not to explore.

Time or lazy,
Makes em believe crazy.
Like some magic,
Will prevent tragic.

Stuck in the ease,
Unable to bath the fleas,
Yeah for Blabber I'll go with knees,
For they have more rings than trees.

Unable to become wise,
Stuck with the flies.
A thing for bugs?
Should be put on their mugs.

Like right across their forehead,
As they should stay in bed.
Unless they can walk across the yard,
Not believing the thumping bard.

Wising to the need for the long way,
Forgetting the easy display.
Taking the extra time,
To tick off the mime.

I mean learn the sublime,
Of a dollar over a dime.
Worth the wait,
With a hardened fate.

Bringing forth ease,
Finding that which will please.
Through the muck and grime,
Not wasting time.

Unless you want to get the mime,
That isn't a crime.
Forget the ease,
Ignore the breeze

Cure the fleas,
Cover the knees,
And keep at it,
Chopping away bit by bit.

There we go another for the dVerse show as I rambled on the go. What? The mime was a nut. Who cares if he is in the wood pile. I said go bit by bit by a mile. So chopped up came to pass. Poor mime bothered my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.