Does the cat ever have a plot? Maybe once in a while a plot is thought. Or the thought of the plot is caught. Now I've lost your train of thought? Don't worry one bit. I still have mine for a bit.
If wishes were fishes,
And fishes were dishes,
Then dishes with fishes,
Would splashes and splishes.
Those splishes and splashes,
Would bring crashes and flashes.
Then trashes of ashes,
Would clutter and clashes.
The clashes and clutter,
Would putter and sputter,
Then out of the gutter,
Comes bitter and butter.
The butter and bitter,
Would sputter and spitter,
Much like litter with glitter.
A double hatter with hitter.
The hitter and hatter,
Would scatter and shatter,
From batter with matter,
A smatter filled chatter.
The chatter of matter,
Or the chatter of latter,
Would flatter and tatter,
And pitter with patter.
The patter and pitter,
Brings fitter and sitter,
By glitter with litter,
And butter through bitter.
The bitter through butter,
Would sputter and putter,
A gutter of mutter,
With clashes and clutter.
The clutter by clashes,
Creates rashes and gashes,
From flashes and trashes,
Through splishes and splashes.
So splashes and splishes,
Creates dishes with fishes,
If fishes were dishes,
And fishes brought wishes.
Did you get tongue tied? The cat would smile wide. Hey, the rhyme just got stuck in my head and so I thought I'd let it out to get stuck in your head instead, Wasn't that nice of me? Did I confuse thee? Better never then make wishes with fishes near dishes that splashes and splishes. Stick with the mass or the singing bass or rolling in grass like my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
If wishes were fishes,
And fishes were dishes,
Then dishes with fishes,
Would splashes and splishes.
Those splishes and splashes,
Would bring crashes and flashes.
Then trashes of ashes,
Would clutter and clashes.
The clashes and clutter,
Would putter and sputter,
Then out of the gutter,
Comes bitter and butter.
The butter and bitter,
Would sputter and spitter,
Much like litter with glitter.
A double hatter with hitter.
The hitter and hatter,
Would scatter and shatter,
From batter with matter,
A smatter filled chatter.
The chatter of matter,
Or the chatter of latter,
Would flatter and tatter,
And pitter with patter.
The patter and pitter,
Brings fitter and sitter,
By glitter with litter,
And butter through bitter.
The bitter through butter,
Would sputter and putter,
A gutter of mutter,
With clashes and clutter.
The clutter by clashes,
Creates rashes and gashes,
From flashes and trashes,
Through splishes and splashes.
So splashes and splishes,
Creates dishes with fishes,
If fishes were dishes,
And fishes brought wishes.
Did you get tongue tied? The cat would smile wide. Hey, the rhyme just got stuck in my head and so I thought I'd let it out to get stuck in your head instead, Wasn't that nice of me? Did I confuse thee? Better never then make wishes with fishes near dishes that splashes and splishes. Stick with the mass or the singing bass or rolling in grass like my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.
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ReplyDeleteHalf way there
DeleteTo double digits at my lair
One and done
Deletesober and over
Back to form
DeleteIs the norm
One on the run
DeleteOh what fun...
Fun and run?
DeleteBlah a ton
A random thought can lead somewhere
ReplyDeleteMight make a stranger stop and stare
Will twist the tongue and make one think
May even lead the way to drink
Drive them to drink
DeleteWorks for our rink
Pretty cool!
ReplyDeleteYippeee
DeleteFor meee
That was better than Dr. Seuss.
ReplyDeleteSure works for me
DeleteAs the thought flew free
Somehow, this became a song in my head.
ReplyDeleteA song that's stuck
DeleteHopefully no what the fluck
If fishes were wishes
ReplyDeleteBring be dishes of fishes
If wishes were fulfilled
Many would be thrilled
This was a fun read
yes indeed....
Oops me
DeleteThrilled and filled
DeleteBeats filled and drilled lol
Glad it was fun
To give a run
Did True say, "Oops me"
DeleteIn the place to be?
That she did indeed
DeleteHmm what could take seed
Dr. Seuss would be proud
ReplyDeleteWith nothing but sun and not one cloud.
The fishes look good on my dishes
With some dill and lemon, yum
Yup that’s it:)
haha spice them up
DeleteAnd then fill your cup
Sounds like you could have given Dr. Suess a run for his money. :)
ReplyDeleteCould I just have his money?
Delete10% of it would be sunny
I imagine you're right and 10% would be dandy. :)
DeleteThat it would be
DeleteSure work for me
Sometimes I get the feeling my sisters are plotting something!
ReplyDeleteThat they may
DeleteRun at your bay
Not just my tongue is tied,
ReplyDeleteBut my brain you’ve fried!!!
haha fun to be had
DeleteWith a fried brain at ones pad
my brain stutters
ReplyDeletemy mouth sputters
you kicked off the year
in another gear
Gave it a crank
DeleteWith a tongue twist and yank
Now that was fun, and very clever. Reminiscent of Dr. Seuss, but all yours!
ReplyDeleteAll my own
DeleteWith it's crazy tone
Hey Pat, You might want to think about incorporating this as a children's book. It was a lot of fun.
ReplyDeleteI'd have to see how it can work
DeleteHmmm not sure dead fish on a plate the PTA would see as a perk haha
PTA can sit on a stick
Delete(Beats watching a reboot flick)
That it does any day
DeleteWith the rebooted play
What's the plot
ReplyDeleteTo get you a lot?
The way to all things fun?
What's the secret at your bun?
How does that plot unfold?
Where are those riches untold?
Lot's a questions from The Goo
Not Scooby Doo
Grrrrrrreat post!
From coast to coast
Who, what, where, and why
DeleteKeeps the brain rather spry
Foxes in boxes, fishes in dishes...always good stuff w/Dr. S. and you.
ReplyDeleteWorks for me
DeleteHere at our sea
Glad I'm not the only one who thought of Dr. Seuss when reading this ;)
ReplyDeleteSeems many did
DeleteA fine bid
A great verse Pat.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Yippeee
DeleteFor mee