It's ALIVE At Bush Number Five!

Well look what we have here. It's a brand spankin' new lair for my little rhyming rear. It only took Pat a whole weekend to code it and such. I am spoiled so much. So the least I can do is describe it for you.

No more Bush Number Three,
As I move closer to the sea.
For now it is Bush Number Five.
Go near and you'll be lucky to get out alive.

For it ate bush number four.
So watch out when you take the tour.
Look at that big rump.
All nice and plump.

Then there is the gold.
And that surely takes hold.
For my royal ass.
Don't steal when you trespass.

Next up all of you,
Or at least quite a few.
But no longer does it stretch the screen.
For I made a scrolling thingy to keep it more clean.

Keeps on going and going,
So every turn your blog keeps showing.
Next up was Pat.
Who used to look like Captain Kirk at our mat.

Now just another human I suppose.
And Miss Priss sitting by him like a rose.
Pfft such a suck up.
Almost as bad as a pup.

And now all can see,
Which will cause glee.
No more white on black,
Giving one an eye bulging attack.

Then no need for books on the side.
You can even give them a ride.
For all the books by Pat,
Now reside right above the posts at our mat.

I played with that thing way too much.
Don't you just want to touch?
The pages are also easier to see.
And I got rid of that damn bar that was so ugly.
Did I forget little old me?
I'm still the king of my sea.
And the castle in your view,
Is to prove I rule all of you.

Watch where you step when you come aboard,
For with all that sand you can bet what's stored.
At least there is none to see.
Farewell to Bush Number Three.

So there we go. Finally brought forth a brand new show. Big thanks to Chris for the banner as well. It just makes me look so swell. What do you think? Does all work at my rink? Find an error let me know and I'll get rid of its error like glow. Think everything else works fine? You aren't blinded by the golden shine of this feline? And watch for Bush Number Five to pass gas. It is almost as good as my brand spankin' new little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.