That Story Has No Point (#52 of 365)

See my hat,

You’d never guess where I got that,

You better have sat,

Quiet like a cat,

As I lay it out flat,

Because we need to chat,

About my bargain stat,

Where I also bought a mat.

Don’t hit me with a bat,

And find me a little brat,

As I buzz like a gnat,

Don’t tell me to scat,

As this story is juicy and fat.

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