So without even reading this little bit of bliss, I'm sure you've seen the brand new header across your screen. I figured it was time for something new and something a bit more homey when you come to view. But I still want you to go away, no loitering allowed at my bay. On second thought why not? Then I could write tickets up and use the fines to fill my tin cup. But either way, what do you think about the new one I had commissioned for my bay?
As now when I abuse,
I will not confuse.
The bush with the crack,
Is right up top at my shack.
The stupid hat is gone from my head,
So I don't suffer the dread.
Of being compared to that other one,
With his stripped hat of fun.
For I have more attitude,
And I'm a tad more rude.
As you can't tell what I'm thinking as I pose,
So I could bite your nose.
No longer do I have the world in my hands,
As I am king of it and rule the sands.
It deserves to be sat on by me,
Only getting the ass end you see.
Since I am king,
I surely had to be front and center of the thing.
But Cassie is lying on the floor,
Sucking back the warmth as the fire continues to roar.
And Pat is just sitting there,
Pretending to stare.
As some subliminal advertising is at play,
With his first book on display.
Look at how sneaky I can be,
Here at Bush #3.
Which is also named all well and good.
With a plaque made of gold not wood.
Oh and look! There is an empty chair,
Maybe I should charge a fair.
Then one person can sit and view,
Until their time is up and payment is due.
Then plenty of books to add to the background,
As already here many are found.
And I stare out with my yellow eyes,
Ruling the world because I'm so wise.
Giving a sly little smirk,
To all of those that come to lurk.
For you just never know.
What will happen at my show.
So there are the Face it Facts on the new art. Doesn't it beat yesterdays fart? Big thanks to astro_art too. For the new header that came due. Now you can stare at the cat, Pat and Cass, as I cover the world with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.