A Prove It Where You Sit!

Are you ready to prove things today? Seems many a human declare it at their bay. We only thought the tiny humans did it. Turns out, the big ones use it for a fit. Pffft says the cat. Pelt them with scat.

When it comes to ideas I have quite a few.

No, I will not sit here and prove it to you.

Don't choke on your phlegm or that snot.

Both are probably from the same lot.

Probably comes with a whole can of worms.

That too can mean a few different terms.

But probably has so many different things.

Things sure tops it with many a flings.

A word can fling if you shout it out.

Don't sit there and think all about.

Now I have you in quite the mood.

With my lost it, you may feel quite nude.

Nude well clothed may be hard to swallow.

That too could turn out rather hollow.

But if it has heft and a distance to go,

Make sure you add ketchup or mustard or crow.

That last is more my wishful thinking each day.

Do I think? Hey, don't interrupt what I say.

Saying and thinking are two separate words.

Both get used as one though by brain dead turds.

Why I'm not stopping and still going on,

Could be because you are into a con.

Not short or long but kinda in the middle.

Hey, maybe you can stop there for a diddle.

Things could come and probably go.

Now the pair are together in tow.

A probably thing went out for a fling.

Together they thought maybe a dingaling.

Probably had a very long and hard day.

Things took that a whole other way.

Together they took and together they gave.

Probably things were done in a dark cave.

Now you've come to the final notation.

Or could it be that we have one more location.

That wasn't a question, just so you know.

Unlike, are you still stuck way back on the crow?

Now I really must hit delete or abort.

Either or may bring forth a final report.

By not doing or erasing I created today.

My, look what happens when ideas come to play.

Did you see the many ideas in there? Did it spur any at your lair? Some nut wanted me to prove I have ideas in my head. Yeah, they are rather brain dead. I don't need to prove it to anyone at all, but this post sure wanted to fly out here at our hall. So did you make sense of my little old sass? If no then it's just another day visiting my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.

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