poethic bog-justifying
My Blog, I fear that thou wilt find but few
Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning,
Of such hard matter dost thou entertain;
Whence, if by misadventure, chance should bring
Thee to base company (as chance may do),
Quite unaware of what thou dost contain,
I prithee, comfort thy sweet self again,
My last delight! tell them they need not fear,
And bid them own that thou art beautiful.
It appeareth to this humble Cow
That Galbi, in his glory,
Is being spammed.
Autumn leaves rustling–
Quick! Institute word verification.
Forsooth, Moo!
Prithee, Sir Blog,
we DO own thou’s Beauteousness.
Moo!
The beauty that thine eyes dost see
know after moonfall thou shalt be
Quack!
Tales of a wilting blog
Frightens this Bunny.
Only Fresh Blogging please.
No wilting stragglers.
Yet Hark! Moonfall brings hope
for Beauty. Thanks…
Hippity-hop!
Silly Bunny!
Cow is now beautiful
after moonfall
Galbi sees Cow’s beauty
Not Bunny.
Moo!
*snif*
*waaaaa!*
I prithee note
the leaves that fall
on purple motes
perchance fall
from something tall
Some get it and some never do.
If given a chance we will woo
readers who find
posts of a like mind
and not just some random blog spew.