On this dVerse day I have reached post 900 at my bay. Not as big as 1000 though. But soon enough that will show. What to do, what to do? Maybe a whoopdi friggin doo at my zoo? But I can't let that raisin have all the glory. So how about a little dVerse story?
Many had gathered at dVerse. the group was rather perverse. At least by their looks alone. You had Truedessa blabbering on a telephone. Brian gawking at the tip jar. I hope those nickels will get him far. Betsy trying to find a new pet to take home and Rosey was pitching some contest to the dVerse dome.
Alex was demonstrating his ninja skills. It gave the crowd a few thrills. Keith was day dreaming by the jukebox while Grammar Nazi went around correcting everyone like a sly fox. Terry was shining up the bar. It had the shine of a brand new car. Mary was leading her mutts around. Waffles was whining worse than any hound. I think he stubbed his toe. But what do I know?
Hank was already seated. He was first there and never defeated. Folklore was searching for a pun, as she needed a weekend wisecrack while she played in the sun. Lucy was going on about some thing. Al was giving his Captain Caption moniker a ring. Claudia was trying to capture her day in some poetic way. Adam was practicing to be on that Jeopardy show. Elsie was giving off her one eyed glow.
Gloria escaped this fest even though she tried her best, as she was still buried in the dirt. Theresa came in wearing some kiddie shirt. Then right behind her came Manzanita with ruffled fur. She was rather pale. She screamed there was a dead body in the alley who was killed by a nail.
A nail to the eye. What a way to die. It was Mary Kirkland there all dead. I first blamed her rats for putting a nail through her head. They are sneaky rodents, trust me. Ben went on a murder spree. The cops quickly showed up and dVerse was locked down. Until the murderer was found, no one would go out on the town.
Brian gawked away. He was trying to use his powers to find the evil person at his dVerse bay. He really showed his geek side too, after he ran in and out of the loo. Back he came wearing a superhero suit. Looked like something out of a garbage chute. Then he began to scream. He was the second to fall for the murderer's scheme. His suit was laced with man eating acid. Soon he was nothing but bones, I guess it beats getting eaten at Lake Placid.
I think Hank was kinda upset he was not first. so he went to quench his thirst. That was not a good thing to do. He drank poison and dropped dead to. Mary held her mutts close after that. But she bit the dust next at the dVerse mat. It seems she was bit by poisonous fleas. Never let those suckers on your knees.
Alex did his ninja thing. He was done with this crazy murderer at the dVerse wing. But the ceiling fan began to spin really fast and he was made into a thing of the past. His bandana got caught in the blades as he got sucked up. One eye ball even landed in a cup. It was off with his head. It had to be said.
Old one eye went on a swearing tear and really no word she seemed to spare. But as she kept flapping her yap. She fell for the murderer's trap. She walked onto the edge of a board and it sprung up faster than recalling a vacuum cord. She dropped dead with nails in her face. On the plus side it made an extra hole so maybe two eyes she could now embrace.
Truedessa got all lovey dovey in the mix of it all. I guess she thought of a new poem at this murder hall. She stepped up to the mic to try and calm everyone down. Then she went to crispy town. Fried Miss Poet. She smelled like chicken in case you want to know it.
The air continued to crackle as Waffle's whining turned to some kind of crackle. It seemed he tried to tweet from his phone. Should have not tried to get a dial tone. For a virus downloaded into him from his phone. It turned him to ash, right down to the very bone.
Terry had a hammer ready, as Manzanita stood by her holding her weapon steady. Sadly, they never should have stood behind the bar. Terry may have had it shiny like a car. But she never looked over head, noticing that there was a huge worm bed. Flesh eating worms feel from the ceiling. Let's just say for those two there will be no natural healing.
Poor Al thought he was safe in the loo. I guess some loo monster shouted boo. And that was the last we saw of him. Getting yanked down the loo would be rather grim. I wonder how they made him fit? Must have been as slippery as umm spit.
Lucy was trying to get out. She did a little scream and shout. But that didn't get her far. She slipped and whacked her head on the shiny bar. That one was ruled accidental in the end. I guess she wanted to start a new trend.
Adam tried to find the facts that would get the culprit of these dastardly acts. But he had a picture fetish as well. As soon as he went click, he got a look that said, "what the hell?" A bullet shot from his camera and hit poor Rosey in the butt. She sure played ring around the rosey at the dVerse hut. She held her butt and went to scold Adam for the shot. Now the two are in pieces, and I mean by a lot. The camera blew and away they flew. it was rather ewww as they looked like kitty spew.
Keith was still thinking how all of this could happen, trying to come up with a question to ask on his blog as Theresa kept flappin. She was not going to take this. She did not care if something was a miss. She tried to break through the barricaded door. Keith was also ready to explore. They both gave one good kick, thinking one more would do the trick. But before they could do so, both dropped dead from an arrow. By nudging the door they set off a booby trap. Now both are taking a dirt nap.
Folklore was thinking about how to pun booby trap, knowing she would not fall for anything by this sap. She was too redneck for that. I had some money on her, but then I'm not a betting cat. For she drank back a beer ready to gibe some punny cheer. Instead the beer exploded from within. She too looked like a hairball as pieces of her spread across the dVerse bin.
Claudia was a smart one. She was hiding in the dVerse secret panic room until this was done. She thought she was safe from harm until she felt the wall on her arm. The walls began closing in on her and soon she was flatter than a pancake and nothing but a blur.
Betsy and Grammar Nazi were all that remained. Betsy always pretended to be oh so restrained. But then Grammar Nazi was trying to rid the world of bad grammar and he seemed the type to be more sneaky than to just use a hammer. My money was on him, thankfully I don't bet though or my wallet would look rather grim. Grammar Nazi began to burst into flames and it was clear who was behind these murderous games. They say it was spontaneous combustion for the poor guy. Someone slipped something in his pie.
It is always the ones that pretend to be nice. Betsy was not about to make me pay the price. I backed up to the door, ready for whatever she had and then she gave a roar. It sounded like some kind of Tarzan feature or some other horror creature. She turned to slime and her goop went right down the drain. No one was left at the dVerse lane. Was the building haunted or something? That is when I heard a familiar ring.
Was it R? Grumpy Goo? Duck Bill Sherry? Anne or Fran with their war crew? Robyn, WorqueenDan or Humbird? No, it was someone far more absurd. The doors flung open and standing there was Grace just outside the door of the dVerse lair. It seems keeping up Heaven and Grace gave her some kind of Jekyl and Hyde embrace. She declared war on all bloggers and cackled away. Thankfully, they were upgrading the dVerse bay. So before she stepped into the door, Grace became a flat spot on the floor. The ropes had came lose on the piano suspended above, fell on her and she sure felt no love. The cat then trotted out and headed for my sea. It will take me weeks to get all of the body parts out of the fur of little old me.
So how was that for number 900 at my mat? Did your eyes bulge out with this post from the cat? Not my usual affair. But it has been done a time or ten at my lair. That was quite the rhyming mass. Sorry, you all died, except my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
Many had gathered at dVerse. the group was rather perverse. At least by their looks alone. You had Truedessa blabbering on a telephone. Brian gawking at the tip jar. I hope those nickels will get him far. Betsy trying to find a new pet to take home and Rosey was pitching some contest to the dVerse dome.
Alex was demonstrating his ninja skills. It gave the crowd a few thrills. Keith was day dreaming by the jukebox while Grammar Nazi went around correcting everyone like a sly fox. Terry was shining up the bar. It had the shine of a brand new car. Mary was leading her mutts around. Waffles was whining worse than any hound. I think he stubbed his toe. But what do I know?
Hank was already seated. He was first there and never defeated. Folklore was searching for a pun, as she needed a weekend wisecrack while she played in the sun. Lucy was going on about some thing. Al was giving his Captain Caption moniker a ring. Claudia was trying to capture her day in some poetic way. Adam was practicing to be on that Jeopardy show. Elsie was giving off her one eyed glow.
Gloria escaped this fest even though she tried her best, as she was still buried in the dirt. Theresa came in wearing some kiddie shirt. Then right behind her came Manzanita with ruffled fur. She was rather pale. She screamed there was a dead body in the alley who was killed by a nail.
A nail to the eye. What a way to die. It was Mary Kirkland there all dead. I first blamed her rats for putting a nail through her head. They are sneaky rodents, trust me. Ben went on a murder spree. The cops quickly showed up and dVerse was locked down. Until the murderer was found, no one would go out on the town.
Brian gawked away. He was trying to use his powers to find the evil person at his dVerse bay. He really showed his geek side too, after he ran in and out of the loo. Back he came wearing a superhero suit. Looked like something out of a garbage chute. Then he began to scream. He was the second to fall for the murderer's scheme. His suit was laced with man eating acid. Soon he was nothing but bones, I guess it beats getting eaten at Lake Placid.
I think Hank was kinda upset he was not first. so he went to quench his thirst. That was not a good thing to do. He drank poison and dropped dead to. Mary held her mutts close after that. But she bit the dust next at the dVerse mat. It seems she was bit by poisonous fleas. Never let those suckers on your knees.
Alex did his ninja thing. He was done with this crazy murderer at the dVerse wing. But the ceiling fan began to spin really fast and he was made into a thing of the past. His bandana got caught in the blades as he got sucked up. One eye ball even landed in a cup. It was off with his head. It had to be said.
Old one eye went on a swearing tear and really no word she seemed to spare. But as she kept flapping her yap. She fell for the murderer's trap. She walked onto the edge of a board and it sprung up faster than recalling a vacuum cord. She dropped dead with nails in her face. On the plus side it made an extra hole so maybe two eyes she could now embrace.
Truedessa got all lovey dovey in the mix of it all. I guess she thought of a new poem at this murder hall. She stepped up to the mic to try and calm everyone down. Then she went to crispy town. Fried Miss Poet. She smelled like chicken in case you want to know it.
The air continued to crackle as Waffle's whining turned to some kind of crackle. It seemed he tried to tweet from his phone. Should have not tried to get a dial tone. For a virus downloaded into him from his phone. It turned him to ash, right down to the very bone.
Terry had a hammer ready, as Manzanita stood by her holding her weapon steady. Sadly, they never should have stood behind the bar. Terry may have had it shiny like a car. But she never looked over head, noticing that there was a huge worm bed. Flesh eating worms feel from the ceiling. Let's just say for those two there will be no natural healing.
Poor Al thought he was safe in the loo. I guess some loo monster shouted boo. And that was the last we saw of him. Getting yanked down the loo would be rather grim. I wonder how they made him fit? Must have been as slippery as umm spit.
Lucy was trying to get out. She did a little scream and shout. But that didn't get her far. She slipped and whacked her head on the shiny bar. That one was ruled accidental in the end. I guess she wanted to start a new trend.
Adam tried to find the facts that would get the culprit of these dastardly acts. But he had a picture fetish as well. As soon as he went click, he got a look that said, "what the hell?" A bullet shot from his camera and hit poor Rosey in the butt. She sure played ring around the rosey at the dVerse hut. She held her butt and went to scold Adam for the shot. Now the two are in pieces, and I mean by a lot. The camera blew and away they flew. it was rather ewww as they looked like kitty spew.
Keith was still thinking how all of this could happen, trying to come up with a question to ask on his blog as Theresa kept flappin. She was not going to take this. She did not care if something was a miss. She tried to break through the barricaded door. Keith was also ready to explore. They both gave one good kick, thinking one more would do the trick. But before they could do so, both dropped dead from an arrow. By nudging the door they set off a booby trap. Now both are taking a dirt nap.
Folklore was thinking about how to pun booby trap, knowing she would not fall for anything by this sap. She was too redneck for that. I had some money on her, but then I'm not a betting cat. For she drank back a beer ready to gibe some punny cheer. Instead the beer exploded from within. She too looked like a hairball as pieces of her spread across the dVerse bin.
Claudia was a smart one. She was hiding in the dVerse secret panic room until this was done. She thought she was safe from harm until she felt the wall on her arm. The walls began closing in on her and soon she was flatter than a pancake and nothing but a blur.
Betsy and Grammar Nazi were all that remained. Betsy always pretended to be oh so restrained. But then Grammar Nazi was trying to rid the world of bad grammar and he seemed the type to be more sneaky than to just use a hammer. My money was on him, thankfully I don't bet though or my wallet would look rather grim. Grammar Nazi began to burst into flames and it was clear who was behind these murderous games. They say it was spontaneous combustion for the poor guy. Someone slipped something in his pie.
It is always the ones that pretend to be nice. Betsy was not about to make me pay the price. I backed up to the door, ready for whatever she had and then she gave a roar. It sounded like some kind of Tarzan feature or some other horror creature. She turned to slime and her goop went right down the drain. No one was left at the dVerse lane. Was the building haunted or something? That is when I heard a familiar ring.
Was it R? Grumpy Goo? Duck Bill Sherry? Anne or Fran with their war crew? Robyn, WorqueenDan or Humbird? No, it was someone far more absurd. The doors flung open and standing there was Grace just outside the door of the dVerse lair. It seems keeping up Heaven and Grace gave her some kind of Jekyl and Hyde embrace. She declared war on all bloggers and cackled away. Thankfully, they were upgrading the dVerse bay. So before she stepped into the door, Grace became a flat spot on the floor. The ropes had came lose on the piano suspended above, fell on her and she sure felt no love. The cat then trotted out and headed for my sea. It will take me weeks to get all of the body parts out of the fur of little old me.
So how was that for number 900 at my mat? Did your eyes bulge out with this post from the cat? Not my usual affair. But it has been done a time or ten at my lair. That was quite the rhyming mass. Sorry, you all died, except my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.
No.#1
ReplyDeleteHank
#13 in a row
DeleteLook at you go
All died eventually what a scare,
ReplyDeleteImagine all the names what a nightmare
Hank had 2 citations
Thanks for the mentions
Pat and the Cat went 900 what a dare!
Hank
All kicked the bucket
DeleteBut I guess they can say ummm duck it
As they were a star
At the dVerse bar
Out the coroner though will have to truck it
That was brilliant! What a way to go - I was beheaded! Yes, it will take some time to clean up that mess.
ReplyDeleteHank should be glad he wasn't first to go.
haha was fun to do
DeleteAs I laughed all the way through
All going toast
At least you didn't catch fire and roast
And congratulations on nine hundred posts!
ReplyDeleteNeed to go practice those Ninja skills some more. I can usually slip in and out faster than the wind.
Just an off day I suppose
DeleteDepends on how the wind blows
Gruesome ways for us to go
ReplyDeleteCurtain calls that stop the show
The play was brilliant, loved the acts
The audience enjoyed the facts
The mystery ends without a squirm
Ask me not, I am a worm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Congrats on 900, Pat, and an outstanding play.
haha all took an act
DeleteAnd joined the death pact
Eaten by worms
Oh such germs
What a way to go
Rather be eaten by a crow
Congratulations 900 post but, now we're all ghosts
ReplyDeleteat the hands of a dVerse post, created by this host
Dial M for murder, a Hitchcock thriller, with a killer
I must confess to my blabbering ways, on this 900th day
singing my poems away, lost without a clue, who knew
perhaps, it was Colonel Mustard in the ballroom
with the revolver...bang bang..with a big boom
Brian was gawking but, was he really stalking???
as this murderous plot came a knocking
could it be Betsy you say that would shocking
no no detective cat has his suspects
dVerse group you never know what to expect
oh, mischievous cat you like to have fun
this was grand to read in the morning sun
thanks for the mention in this creative story
but, now I think we need to take inventory
on all of our body parts, a tip of the hat
to one smart cat..who lives with Pat..
This was a delightful treat..with a sinister plot
I enjoyed it a lot, smiles galore & smiles go miles
cleaver as ever..
I was fried my the mic to crispy town, hope I got to
dance a bit in funky town..lol..
A couple of errors hope you let them slip by as I was writing on the fly, if not I am fried..lol
DeleteWell I suppose I'll let them go
DeleteOr just hold them for later at my show haha
Nice use of clue
With your blabber that came due
Told you it would be long
And you tried to sing a song
Then fried
Oops you died
Good then the cat isn't a mutt
Or he would be in hippy heaven at the dVerse hut
Lots of bone to chew
Is that rather eww?
And smiles galore
Is always fun at my shore
Will go for plenty more
As many future posts are in store
And always like to have fun
Under my sun
You really know your fans:)
ReplyDeleteLucy from Lucy's Reality
Or I can pretend
DeleteWith my death trend
THAT is a great 900th post. Congratulations on the big number. Now we can wait for 1000.
ReplyDeleteAlmost at 1000 now
DeleteAs I'm so far ahead with my rhyming meow
Congrats on 900 at your show
ReplyDeleteAs you kill everyone you know
Who's going to be left to read
Anything at your feed?
Thank you for sparing me, too
I can still visit your zoo :)
haha no problem at all
DeleteNeed to have some visitors at my hall
So you I did spare
Until next time at my lair
Ha ha, I loved the collection of 'perverse people' gathered at your bay!
ReplyDeleteSo many of the same people who gather around you every day
Yes, of course, I would be bringing my mutts to bark and play
They thought Brian's tip jar held something for them, I say!
And they sniffed out Claudia from her hiding place today
because they didn't think it right that anyone stay away!
Congratulations on 900 posts, Pat!
Wishing you 900 more!!
haha the mutts have some tricks
DeleteBet they gave the bones licks
And stole some tips too
Wonder if they mourned you? lol
I've never stepped foot into dVerse
ReplyDeleteso I'll just leave you with a curse. wtf? ha.
And gee, one bad thing about dictation
is that you will go on and on without hesitation.
You should have told us to pack a lunch.
This was not typed with one hand, I have a hunch.
lol....
haha that didn't rhyme
DeleteWith your cursing crime
You were teleported there
And see, not so nice, as you swear hahaha
Dictation allows for the big ones to come due
I have dictated a few
heaven help us all
Deletewith that dictation thingy at your stall.
Maybe Orlin will give it a chew
and relieve us from long winded you.
hahaha.
haha Cassie would be the one for that
DeleteShe chews cords way more than the rhyming cat
I never thought I'd die from an arrow
ReplyDeleteI thought it would be from trying to go down a path narrow
But an arrow death isn't so bad
At least a good time was had
Congratulations on your 900th post
I think we all loved this one the most
haha it could be worse I suppose
DeleteStill an arrows can cause woes
900 was fun
Soon 1000 will be done
I forgot to ask something
DeleteI had been distracted by a telephone ring
Will there be a movie made of this story?
If so, will my death by arrow be gory?
haha it could go on youtube one day
DeleteNever know with my bay
That is funny don't tempt the cat or we will be on display
Deletewith our strange ways.. as he kills us one by one but,
here is the catch we come back to haunt his bay..I will
sing in his ear day and night full of lovey dovey stuff..haha
Oh it can be done
DeleteMight be fun
Offing all one by one
The away the cat will run
A 900th post
ReplyDeleteit gives the most
a murderous row
of bloggers we know
mourn or laugh
all due to your rhyming ass
All due to me
DeleteFun to do at my sea
dude if i am going out i might as well be in my tights ( i mean spandex) when my body becomes just another of the wrecks, thank for not making it be a nail for me, to the occular processor it would be hard to gawk, my hawk might wilt as well, hell i am a puddle of goo at your zoo, acid eaching me down to primordial poo....
ReplyDeletehaha yeah may as well look good
DeleteThere is your hood
Although when a puddle of goo
I think it all looks the same no matter your view
Brian and me both turned to goo!
DeleteWhat is wrong with you?
lol....
You are twins
DeleteHave to suffer the same sins
Congrats on 900 hilarious rhyming posts
ReplyDeleteYou certainly are quite the awesome host
So glad I bit it on a bottle of beer
At least I went out with good cheer!
Yeah went out having fun
DeleteUnder your sun
Way to be
As you buzz with glee
Happy 900, Pat!
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton
Delete900 is quite the run
Man I get scolded for taking pictures of women and the rear
ReplyDeletefirst at the beach, the park, the mall, the YMCA, and now here.
A guy can't get a break
though 900 posts calls for some cake
hahaha damn you may have to seek some help
DeleteSeems you have a fetish that makes them yelp
"Grammar Nazi... like a sly fox." Ha. Love it. Congratulations on the 900 mark.
ReplyDeletehaha Had to go there
DeleteNice to have 900 at my lair
Congrats on 900 posts Pat! Love the crowd, we're everywhere today!
ReplyDeleteYeah 900 is grand
DeleteAcross the land
Dear Pat, congratulations on 900 posts. Wow! Is that impressive. I don't know who to congratulate on your creativity. To come up with so many scenarios for so many of your fans is also impressive. You and the cat are quite a team. Thanks for all the laughter. Peace.
ReplyDeleteGlad it was fun
DeleteAnd as it was done
Ideas just kept popping in
Here at my bin
900 so far
ReplyDeleteExcellence shines at par
Cat synchronizing along with Pat
Feast seems to be all set
Still so many more to go
It's rhyme time at your show!
Yeah many more to come
DeleteAs I beat the drum
And continue to hum
Rhyming away with my little rhyming bum
haha...you know - i would leave a comment but as i'm flat like a flunder...i cannot hold a pen..ha..smiles
ReplyDeletehaha could roll yourself up into a pen
DeleteThat might work at your den
LOL at Rambo Betsy!!
ReplyDeleteI knew there's come a day when Hank wouldn't be first. ;)
And I've been shot in the butt before. I was 12 and it was my best friend's brother. I still remember that wretched BB and that wretched boy being able to run faster than me. Note to Adam...my running skills have improved. ;)
How appropriate that today I have posted a giveaway. Always like to be in proper alignment, you know. :)
This was a un post.
a fun post...not an un post (rolling my eyes at myself for the typo, and the need to post a correction).
DeleteHaha Hank didn't go first
DeleteReally his bubble it burst
Ouch to being shot in the rear
Never shot there here
Burnt it though
And look, no type
So when the first person died, I thought "glad that wasn't me!" Little did I know I was coming to my end soon too. Oh, well. Glad I went with Keith. Hopefully he'll help me kick down the door to heaven as I'm sure they won't be open wide when I arrive.
ReplyDeleteLove how Terry died by worms. Working so hard to cleanse herself of them, who knew they'd be the very thing to take her out.
What a fun post!
hahaha your turn came
DeleteWith the murderous game
Dying by worms is not tame
But in the end all turn out the same
She killed them all
ReplyDeletewith a smile on her face
two sides of a coin
are Heaven and Grace.
One should learn
and learn it well
never meet fellow bloggers
or you'll wind up in hell.
Sorry I'm late Cat. I hit the snooze button on the alarm too many times.
I'll send you a pic of your figure in the next few days. I'm still having trouble getting those highlights perfect. I'll give them one more go 'round then say "it's good enough" I have to have her done by next week as I'm doing commission work now and everything I've painted for the last month or so has been for a client or has sold by private sale. So you might want to think about writing the promo piece you want me to use for the book.
hahaha yeah that they should learn
DeleteAt every turn
And look at you go
Getting commissions by the ton at your show
Will work something up soon
By the rhyming loon
Okay, it IS dangerous to visit your visit.
ReplyDeleteDanger all around
DeleteAs it can be found
Your 900 show murdered bloggers we know. How sad. What a shame. Grace was so bad! But I'm sure that I will be back with my bill to quack for at least one more day.
ReplyDeleteSure you will get your fill
DeleteAs you prance about with your bil
Whooo hooo... 900 posts!! Heres to 900 more!
ReplyDelete900 more may come
DeleteFrom my little rhyming bum
LOL Imagine my surprise to see my name and my rats in your little rhyme. Congrats on reaching 900!
ReplyDeletehaha there you are
DeleteRats ahoy at the dVerse bar
I'm getting so excited now Pat, 900 posts is a massive landmark and it fills with me with such excitement to realise that #PatHatt1000 (the hashtag I've worked on for it) is happening this year! I assure you though that my toe is fine and that my tweeting has not stopped yet this time! Haha, love this post, happy 900 Pat
ReplyDelete900 is a landmark indeed
DeleteAnd come December 1000 will be at my feed
No idea yet what I'll do
But go ahead and hashtag away that day at your zoo haha
They all died so horribly -
ReplyDeleteglad I didn't see my name;
it means I'm still alive
and I'm not to blame.
Cool rhyming Pat
and great work from your cat.
Nope it was Grace
DeleteTaking a murderous embrace haha
orlin N cassie...
ReplyDeleteall de peepulz bee dead N on de floor
de catz just shrugged ; walked out de door
provin once again ....peepulz in yur face
catz ree mane...de sue peer ee or.... "race"
=^..^=
Yep cats are the best
DeleteWalk out while dead lie that rest
Great Post!
ReplyDeleteOh so great
DeleteMust be my fate
Now that all your readers are dead
ReplyDeleteWho will read the 1,000th post you shed?
Congrats on reaching such a high
I'm in awe; hear me sigh!
I'll have to search for many more
DeleteAnd bring them to my shore
Nine hundred posts...
ReplyDeleteThen the truth came out.
You killed your fans off
And smeared guts all about.
Blood, teeth and eyeballs everywhere,
Not many of us left now, so we'd better beware!
Yeah your number may be up
DeleteWatch out for what's in your cup
Everyone goes,
ReplyDeleteI was so close
on the tip of your blab,
heading to pub...
Happy 900,
should be rewarded
with no one killed,
but 900 bill!
A 900 bill
DeleteWorks at my hill
As long as it is bills in the hand
And not something I have to pay at my land
Now that was very, creative
ReplyDeleteVery it was
DeleteWith my death buzz
Fit on the loo?
ReplyDeleteWhy that's nothing new.
It's a good thing I fit
when I want to take a sh...poop.
900! Congratulations!
That's a lot of staying power.
You and the cat must have rhyming Viagra.
Fit in
DeleteYou were flushed down its bin
I knew that pill did something
With its virtual ring
Whew, that was one whoopdi frickin doo gathering! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd congrats on the 900 posts:)
Yeah one big one
DeleteAs I went on a rhyming run
900 posts and you've killed them all...
ReplyDeleteThat's what we name the old cat call.
What better lair for such a story to brew?
but in the mind of cat's nemesis: Pat the shrew!
Shrewy little Pat, telling his story,
So grim and prim and cat-freaking gory.
First kill this one and then that one too,
Even killed one in the cat-freaking loo!
And where was John during all the killing-while?
When this one was squished and that one was piled?
Stabbed in the neck or crushed in the turn-style?
Dropped in manuer after walking a mile?
Nooooomeeeeeoooowwwwww......
john's still out there
so you better beware!
Congrats Pats!
haha they were turned to ash
DeleteWith their bash
And the cat just trotted away
Having a very bad day
John was off in the corner hiding
His time he was biding
Then he got sucked into the wall
Unable to give a call
Now a permanent fixture there
At the dVerse lair
congratulations on nine hundred posts :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton
DeleteThey were fun
OMG, I never laughed so hard at so many horrible deaths in my life...LOL...I'm still cackling,..can't breathe...
ReplyDeleteThis was genius...
900 posts, wow! I'm so enjoying your blog! :)
hahaha cackling at your bay
DeleteGetting ready for that Halloween day?
Glad it was grand
As it was oh so fun to do in my land
Whoa! Our heads are spinning! Concats on 900! Its a big enough number to be super proud. (We will be hitting 500 soon.)
ReplyDeleteConcats on 500 at your sea too
DeleteAnd 900 is good but 1000 is what we are going for at our zoo
Into the Valley of Death rode the 900..... or something!
ReplyDeleteConga-rats on reaching the beginning of the countdown to 1000???
Getting there
DeleteBut already up to 965 at my lair
I AM SPARED. HAHAHAHA.
ReplyDeleteOh wait, I think this means I'm no longer relevant. :(
haha you weren't there on the post
DeleteThat I took the commentators from for this one at my coast
Damn...now I know why I haven't been here or DVerse... Final Destination ain't got nothing on u...there's no way that cud be worse
ReplyDeletehaha can put Final Destination to shame
DeleteWith my death game
Always enjoy your rhymes, Pat
ReplyDeleteThey never fail to make me laugh
Glad they do
DeleteAt my zoo
900 - well, well, well
ReplyDeleteI am clearly in catch-up hell!
Will never be as funny as you
Not even if I live to 92!
Marina
haha well you can try
DeleteJust don't let the well run dry
Congrats on your 900th post. What an accomplishment!
ReplyDelete900 is fun
DeleteTo give a run