The Blog Poem

I wrote this poem some time ago (can't remember when . . . I can't remember much of anything these days . . . what day is it?). Anyway, hope you like it.

(Buster, the Wonder Pug)

Sometimes it's a cinch

To write in a pinch

And use words as a personal log.

But some think I'm nuts

(No ifs ands or buts)

When they happen on this fellow's blog.

No, I never quite know

How the words find their flow

Or why some days I slip off my cog,

And for real, who's to say

How some folks find their way

To this fellow's odd personal blog?

I might write about honey

Or big stacks of money

Or find myself mired in the bog

Of mysteries or books

Or my wife's sexy looks

While I'm writing my personal blog.

And if you're offended

By the words that I've lended

Well, please forgive me and my dog . . .

It's just how I reason

Through every odd season

And it just shows up here on my blog.

I mean no offense

When my words are not minced

As I sometimes write late in a fog.

And some days in recall

I'll know nothing at all

About what's appeared on my blog.

But if you like reading

Or writing a greeting

Or giving your journal a jog

Then I thank you for looking

In this space about booking

And writing weird thoughts in my blog.

And thanks for the time

You've spent reading this rhyme

While sitting at home like a log.

I hope when you click

On this link it will stick

And you'll often revisit my blog.