That Makes Three Here At My Sea!

So here we are once more at my sand bar. It seems like any other day as I have a post on display. But it is a little different somehow. Today the cat can kind of wow.

Three years in a row,
Here at my show.
Not a day missed,
Not even with a bum wrist.

Pays to be far ahead,
Then you can rest when you feel dead.
And a rant and rave,
Can come in for the save.

Whether a thought or rant,
Things show at my plant,
Each and every day.
3 whole years today.

Now don't get confused,
Yes, I've abused.
I may have amused,
Some brain cells may have fused,

But this isn't the day,
I started my bay,
Just the day I went hey,
Let's post every day.

You can't shut a mouthy cat up,
As bad as a yappy pup.
But at least we don't eat our own crap,
Or another's across the map.

Back on task,
What is that you ask?
Bragging a bit,
Don't hiss and spit.

It doesn't become you,
You look funny too.
But I'll pretend you don't.
Wait! No I won't.

Yep, a mean old cat.
And a bit of a dingbat.
But crazy is the way to be,
Here at my rhyming sea.

But who is crazier in the end?
The cat or those who visit my rhyming trend?
Hmmm especially some that come every day,
Like old numb tongue to have her say.

So who is crazier? I can pick out who is lazier. But I think crazy still goes to me. Although I've got you close behind me at my sea. And now 3 years in a row have come to pass. I am sure 4 will happen from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.