I wonder why people blog,
With not much of mental clog,
With so much of backlog,
Who would clutch the big log?
Staring at the TFT,
Thinking of a cute beauty,
Mind goes wild and hands go cold,
In the end the blog was build.
Scratching my head,
Making a thud,
It shook the board,
And I felt very bored.
Why type online,
When we can write offline,
With no apparent fear,
And no one to interfere.
Over the night I surfed,
Why the blogs were stuffed?,
I found only then.
And retreated to my den.
In the daylight,
I saw the fight,
On the net's might,
Man pondered his plight.
None can try to stop this,
None can even dismiss this,
For its the public's fire,
To trounce it: is to dare.
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NB:
Those who know me please do not mistake,for it is just poetic and I have no cute beauty to think about.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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2 comments:
da...nice rhyming...
nice reading...
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