Oh what to my wondering eye should appear?
Twas the night before Friday when all through the ‘ville
not a blogger was blogging; the keyboards were still
Invitations were posted, and hyperlinked with care
I think it might be time to get a new desk chair.
The C’ville blogger gathering is but one day away
so throw up your posts before this Saturday
We’ll be there at 10, maybe the Mayor will be, too
Dig us, we number one hundred times two.
I can’t wait to meet Crabstick, Patience is the name
I’m wondering if my visions and reality are the same?
Waldo, the blog king, has promised to stop by
I wonder if we’ll get to meet Stanley and Wry?
That’s enough of this nonsense, I know you get my drift
See you at C’ville Coffee; if I don’t I’ll be miffed.
Drop Jennifer a line and let her know you’ll be there,
I’m really thinking about getting rid of this chair.
September 29th, 2006 at 10:33 am
Marijean,
When you are ready to apologize for that poem, I’m ready to forgive you.
September 29th, 2006 at 11:57 am
HA! I know — isn’t it the WORST? I think I could have even done worse if I’d tried a little harder. Yes, my sincere apologies, Dwight. It was the cold medicine writing after logging nearly 50 hours of a workweek on a Thursday night. Please forgive me; it won’t happen again.
September 29th, 2006 at 8:50 pm
You are forgiven. Go forth and rhyme no more.
September 30th, 2006 at 7:43 pm
I liked the poem. The world could use more verse, good, bad, or Frostian.
October 3rd, 2006 at 12:17 pm
Man… I think I need me some of THAT medicine!
I like-a the poem too. But after the memory poem I cranked out for my grandmother’s new nurse to know which cats can go outside… I think my powers of artistic judgement have been revoked until I get well and back from the beach.
Cheers!
October 4th, 2006 at 12:55 am
Aw, shucks. Verse and everything. Sorry I missed this gathering. Can someone let me know next time this sort of thing happens?