Family gathered for Christmas, a brightly burning log
I try to get in the spirit of things but I’m thinking about my blog
The kid’s have opened their presents, there’s booze in my eggnog
I sit an smile and nod a lot, but I’m thinking about my blog
When I go to workout at the gym, and on the treadmill take a jog
My mind is running to new ideas to post upon my blog
When I am in the backyard, and tossing the ball for my dog
I am also tossing ideas around to entertain you on the blog
When I’m in a drunken stupor from too much rum or pirate grog
I clear away the cobwebs by pondering my blog
When the road of life is muddied and I am mired in the bog
I find the path made easier by thinking about my blog
When my body is wracked by fever, my mind is in a fog
The only clarity I can find is thinking about my blog
As through the turmoil and confusion of everyday life I slog
My brain is trudging ceaselessly through ideas for my blog
In the vastness of this universe, I am just one tiny cog
And the place where I fit in the best is right here on my blog…
Pouring My Art Out 
when you’re wearing that princess dress again and go to kiss that bullshit frog
remember we’ll NEVER forget how f-ed up you looked that day on your blog!
(hope you had a Merry Christmas filled with drunken laughter from too much eggnog!)
Thanks… How did I miss the frog???
in that dress….I can’t imagine! lol
sigh
When all the goodies and sweets your relatives do hog,
The only recourse you have is to rake them over the coals on your blog?
Good one… I almost fit in a. Balrog…
It sounds like you’re very dedicated to your blog.
Good for you 🙂
I might be addicted… Thanks…
Well put.
Thanks
I love eggnog
yay
yay
That’s exactly how many of us feel, I assume. Except my thoughts don’t rhyme.
Mine don’t usually