So over at Anne's sea when she was being all blog whore-y, yeah a cheat rhyme I know but blog whore'y just has such a glow, she did a post on how to tell if people skim. But it was rather grim. I mean she did not even rhyme. That there is just a crime. So once again for old Irish Air the cat will have to pick up the slack at his lair.
Wrote a post,
You are a proud host,
You hit publish on the day,
Or schedule if like my bay,
Then all is cheery.
But then you see something eerie.
Is given a boast.
"That was fun"
Is given a run.
You hear from Bob.
Wow, your post threw them for a tizzy,
They must be really dizzy,
Or oh so busy.
Maybe they need to take a umm whizzy.
I mean such a comment is so grand,
How can you not think you topped yourself in your land.
But wait there is more,
As others come to explore.
Something got into the gin.
"Yeah I saw the snow today."
Meanwhile you said it was sunny at your bay.
"I love dogs, you are great."
That just automatically gets hate.
"Nice picture of a monkey"
Meanwhile your post was about something funky.
"Look at those boobies on display."
They can distract, so okay.
"Can't wait until your next post"
My, you strike the ego of the host.
"Great photo of you."
Actually it was of a log in view.
And the best of the best,
"You blog beats all the rest."
My such wise words in there,
How can you not stop and stare.
I mean now all can be aware,
That you have the bestest best ever besty best lair.
See Anne, that is how it is done under my sun and with a rhyming run. But still yours was spun and gave me my fun so I will give you that one. Now I am done as I heard the gun and off I run to go pester a nun. Don't look at me like that way lass. I will pester anyone with my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.