You say I have an unhealthy obsession with the blog,
and that I seek veterinary assistance, meaning Im a hog.
So, you envisage me sitting at a PC, tapping away all day.
What? Do you think I’m so idle, thatblabbering makes my day?
Or that I sit and secretly spew words?
Rather than say, play billiards ?
As if, as if, as if I would!
Words lack soul and I am good at understanding and recognising souls
Often I think about this when emptying my fishbowls
To perch and scrape and dig the land I know,
To earth and mud and sand I am not adverse.
You say I have an unhealthy obsession with the blog ?
I say you have a short memory and a bowl of grog.
Here is the tale...
I see you have gone quite pale...
(Oh yes) I recall a dark time long ago.
A book which you would often show...
Oh no! I've said too much!
I hoped that by now you had forgotten.
(apologies to Kate , whoever you are)
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