Image Credit Wesley Bedrosian
(A Doggerel Commemorating the Copycats of Weblogs)
I had this tet-e-tet
With a low brow author
Who has titles afloat
In Indie windy waters.
‘You’re leaking like a drum
On a hundred-mile run,
You’ll be vapid as a nun
When you reach the tavern.
‘Here be dragons and
Here be frogs,
Here be leeches
Of lush green blogs.
‘Crumbs they collect,
And they pilfer your best,
They swallow unfazed
The pearls of your sweat.
‘A fine turn of phrase,
The syllables that chime,
Will be plucked from your blotter
Time after time.
‘You’ll be roasted, they toasted,
In this Land of La La
Publish it and Voila!
The pirates are outlawed.
‘Stop this. Cook a toad,
And let’s make it hotter,
And the boy who lived
Was called Harry Potter!’
Let them creep, let them crawl
Let them quiver like bugs,
It’s the music of the gogga,
It’s the ballet of slugs.
I am jaded, have been raided
But am on my track,
What is it that robot said,
I’ll be back!
