Written in rhyming couplets of iambic tetrameter because no one is going to mistake "rhyming couplets of iambic tetrameter" for an attempt at real poetry.
Alas, my poor neglected blog
You've lain there like a bumpy log.
It's not my brain that fallow lies,
Nor am I drawn by sunny skies.
In fact, I play more solitaire
Than take long walks in summer air.
The bookwork snares a little time
But not enough to blame this rhyme.
I wish I could curse demon rum
Or gin for dulling cranium.
But neither's left me weak or hazy. (that's called a "weak ending"; still acceptable)
Let's face it; I've been too damn lazy.
Coming up soon (I hope): new posts returning to the old subjects of ice and Dark 'n' Stormies. As well as how to cheat on a Mojito.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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That's funny. I missed this one until now, and just looked in on my blog dashboard because I was getting ready to follow a similar impulse. (although on a much lower and less academic level.) Nice job. Keep on rhymin'.
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