I have heard about a way to spout my harpiness:
It's called a blog and in it I confess and digress.
So I get logged in; I'm enthused; and my hurried hands run
The plastic landscape; they're workin' the keys. I'm ranting--blogs are fun!

Countless hours do I "scrawl";
Hope my maund'rin' will enthrall.
It's a lot I share till dawn
Driv'lin' dreck that's never done.
Posting dim vignettes and blogging blather, ballyhoo;
Now don't tell me, I've nothin' to do.

Tbytes expressed sans fail; it's endless--you can't keep me down.
If I used paper, reams' need to relentlessly expound.
I never give much thought to what I'm keying in online;
You can always find me here and wasting lots of time.

Countless hours do I scrawl;
Hope my maund'rin' will enthrall.
It's a lot I share till dawn
Driv'lin' dreck that's never done
Postin' simp vignettes and bloggin' blather, ballyhoo;
Now don't tell me, I've nothin' to do.

I do believe--though still keep on--no one reads what I write.
The upside: no time to send sendups to amiright.
Though my posts annoy you, you can't punch, posthaste, DELETE
And blow away my wretched runes. . .the ether is replete.

Countless hours I "caterwaul,"
With my blogger folderol.
In the blogosphere till dawn
Driv'lin' dreck that's never done.
Posting dim vignettes, a crock o' crap an' cranky too;
Now don't tell me, I've nothing to do.