Reflections on a blog since August
Indeed, he’s a work in progress,
From which none will digress,
Even though it’s a long recess,
From that last state of process.
For he was called to write a blog,
Not one that you could really flog,
But he has made quite a slog,
That there’s nothing left to plug.
He remains that amazing muse,
With thoughts, I cannot refuse,
When he attempts another ruse,
He finishes with a good excuse.
How we long for those goods,
That puts us in the right moods,
He forgets how it serves foods,
To all the girls and the dudes.
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