Pat Hatt and the Cat, parental guidance suggested

Dearest Sillies,

What can I say? Pat Hatt gave my secrets away.

Here's part of his rhyme about me, posted Sunday at his sea.

In non-highlighted font you will find, my comments in kind (well, actually, naughty, not so kind).

I'm assuming you're all following Pat Hatt.

He's phenomenal, weird, quirky, over-the-top creative, and very generous. He'll put you in the spotlight when you least expect it. Thank you, Pat!

Be well, my friends.

Rawkin Robyn

Odds are a bobbin

Robyn likes large.

Slim won't work.

Neither will quick discharge.

Large and long is a perk.

I won't lie or fake it.

What you say is true.

If it's too stubby or slender

I say: "We didn't start, but we're through."

I mean, shrinkage can't be the excuse every time

When I need binoculars to see it

A banana works fine.

Wow, went there.
Odds are I would.
We've got verses to spare.
Were those odds understood?

 Your naughtiness rivals 

my scandalous ways

We're both odd, so the odds were 

we'd confuse all for days.
That could be the why.
Why no new posts fly.
She's off under the sky,
With some new guy.

 Truth about why, no new posts fly:

There have been teasers, but no dates and no pleasers.

One hot chocolate man 

did make me beam

After I read my erotica (at Open Mic) - like a dream.

He bought me a drink, got my hopes up and then

stepped out for a phone-call

I'd ne'er seen him again.

Then there was one

with whom I shared a quick kiss and some fun

Later when I reached out to chat

he had to . . . sell baseball cards on EBay. Well, how 'bout that?

Alas, last week, I had finally met

someone decent and nice

I was ready to bet

There was a good vibe

and a two hour phone-call

He said he'd come up with plans.

I figured we'd have a ball.

Yeah, that didn't happen at all. (He didn't even call.)

So you see, this is why

no new posts fly.

I haven't been dating,

not even a smidge.  

Good thing I have friends

and bananas in the fridge.