A long time ago
One bright winters morn
A baldy young* fellow
His head freshly shorn
Did go to a site
Where the Space was Mine
And decided he might
Rant, moan and whine
For he'd heard of a thing
A "blog" was its name
Where people could sing
Without fortune and fame
"About stuff, I can write
Whenever I will
In the day or the night
Moving fast, standing still
About things strange and odd
The old and the new
Just on me tod
My own thing to do"
Now many years on
(Well, three and then some)
He's still going strong
Post four hundred has come
You're reading it now
(Whenever that is)
And wondering how
You've been drawn into his
World of books and comics
Films and tee-vee
With occasional trips
To flights of fantasy
In answer, reader dear,
There's only one thing to say...
"I've absolutely no idea
But cheers anyway!"
400 down**, an infinite number to go...
* Artistic licence
** Yes, I am counting the ones I re-posted. Shush. It was just an excuse for something to write about on a Sunday afternoon, anyway, to be honest...
4 comments:
Happy 400! And yes, reposts totally count. You had to go to all the trouble of copy and pasting.
Here's to 400 more!
Cheers, me dear! Nothing like a pointless milestone, eh? (Plus I knew you'd have my back on the whole "reposts count" thing...)
Hi Baldy Fella,
I found you through Rachel May's Fish is Nice Blog.
You have a new fan.
I'll be following you from now on and looking forward to more of what you have to say.
Euphoria
PS: I thought about leaving in all the fingering mistakes I typed out as usual, but I wanted you to understand what I was saying. Ha, ha.
E
Glad to have you on board, Lady Euphoria! It's OK, I speak fluent typo (and even spelt the word "typo" wrong three times while trying to type it just there...)
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