Every bloppy was blogging, even time-zoned Lizzi (not that she’s deranged)
Pen Paper Pad laid on the desk with care
In hopes that Hasty Words would soon be there
Rattled their brains against the muted voice of writer’s block.
When out in Our Land there arose such a clatter,
I summoned my Left Brain Buddha before seeing what was the matter
Off to social media I flew like an indiebutterfly
Threw open all tabs, and let out a sigh.
Gave a lustre of calculated chaos out in the bloggerhood.
And what to my wrinkled mommy eyes should appear
I knew in a moment Don Of All Trades was online.
More rapid than eagles, his comments they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and tagged all by name:
To the top of the Twitter feed and FB walls!
Now blog away, blog away, blog away all!
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of toys (sex toys if I had to guess), he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack,
His eyes how they twinkled (no doubt what he was thinking)
As the cursor on his screen continued its blinking
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
As he encouraged the bloppies to give it a go!
The stump of a pencil, he held tight in his teeth
And he wielded his words on the keyboard beneath
He was witty and funny, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed at his comments, in spite of myself;
He wrote and he wrote, of home and of work
Filled all the comment threads, and was sometimes a jerk,
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave all to know there was nothing to dread.
And like the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Bloppies’ computers gave a lustre of midday glow
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up the google ranks, the bloggers they flew
With a folder full of drafts, and some good leads too
And then in a twinkling it was heard all around
The clicking and clacking as their fingers did pound
The words came to life on the glowing screen
An early gift from St. Nick or was it Don Re?
Either way the bloppies were grateful (Thank you Honey)
And went about writing both the sad and the funny.
Write like chocolate with grace, the words flowing - no reprieve
Cellulite looks better tan, and our passion for words is never-ending
Whether 10,000 followers or merely just ten, let your light shine
Can I get an Amen or Another bottle of whine?
May your readers eyes twinkle, their spirit be merry
May the agents start calling when they’re blown by your query.
Celebrate your talents and let out a whistle
Let your words blanket the net like the down of a thistle,
Be true to yourself in your writer’s plight
Happy Blogging to all and to all a good night!