Bad Poetry Night:

This is what happens when you spend too much time sitting in the grass weeding...


To all the blogs I read before
then Facebook came right through your door
No more daily news
no more political views
like there were before.

To all the blogs that I perused
Now you're very seldom used
No pictures of the fam
No recipes for Spam
I almost feel abused.

Bloggers no longer seem to write
just update "status" day and night.
A three word phrase in here
A five word sentence there
Somehow they feel that's enough to write.

To those of you with new babes in arms
I know you're learning all the charms
of your sweet one's little grins
and the love that's in
your hearts and in your homes.

So some of you are I will forgive
returning students, new moms have to live,
but I would like to know
how well the classes go
and see the babies grow
Please blog and think it is a gift.

To all the blogs I read before
Now I miss you even more
Thinking of it all
before you heeded Facebook's call
and made my reading-loving heart so sore.

To all the bloggers I adore.
Please know I love you even more,
though you forsook me for Farmville
and don't tell me when you're ill
so I can send good thoughts and will.

To those of you who still write a bit.
I read you like you're classic lit.
I am glad to see your updates
your children and their playmates
your parties and your homes, even just a little bit.

To bloggers who have not forgotten
to make your life public like I do.
I'm so happy that you stay
Bejeweled did not take you away.
Play a little here and there, but always be aware
that I am a voyeur to you...

To all the blogs I read Pre-FB days
please write, and tell about your ways
I'll read everything you print
and comment if you want
just let me know and then I'll praise!