So the cat was high on his blogroll the other day, meaning no more could be added at my bay, and some needed to hit delete. They had closed up their shop on the blogland street. Interesting to look back at some who stopped beating the blogging drum. I guess they got a life or their life filled with strife.
In the thick of it.
Some more than a bit.
Some with wit.
Others full of umm spit.
But then aren't we all?
Answer that with a cat call.
See, full of something there.
Okay, on with it at my lair.
A redneck was in view.
There may have even been two.
A few art ones were about.
I guess their ink ran out?
Blabber came and went.
Then she pitched a new tent.
Then she made a new blog.
Lost that one in a fog.
Yeah, the cat did not forget it.
I wonder if she'll still be around with this will hit?
A vacuum cleaner guy.
On vacuums he was not shy.
A beserk herc dude.
He sure had attitude.
Old one eye I'll count,
The slacker dropped her post amount.
Had to rub that in.
A waffle left his bin.
Some mind of a mad man got lost.
Maybe his mind was so mad it was tossed?
A satirical blog lost its satire.
Maybe they are looking to hire?
Slamdunks likes to hide.
His vacations must be one long ride.
A Van Helsing lost his way.
Or found it somewhere on display.
Some Twinkle Toes took a break.
But I bet their break is fake.
Many more there are.
Seems they run away near and far.
What is the cause?
Maybe they wanted an encore applause?
The cat knows life takes priority indeed. Hey, you have to have one first take seed. Ever wonder where old blogs went? The least they could do is put a final post saying, get bent. But you don't have to worry about that coming to pass with my ever so far ahead posting little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.