I'm Blogging Read the Smoke
I'm sure the readers of my site,
are sad when I'm not here.
The length of time has been a fright,
that I'll return tis' sure.
The longing, and the Pineing,
has reached my deafened ear.
I meant not to leave you hanging,
but my purpose was made clear.
So if a person seeks my wit,
a solace there to find.
Seek me out this weekend oft',
your vigor to rewind.
The Campground in Puposky,
will be a perfect spot.
Yourselves to find, Your missing aim,
Your focus will be Got.
Tis' good to hear that you'll be there,
for there art I tis' true.
My attitude will get renewed,
I hope the same for you.
Rawkneepee
are sad when I'm not here.
The length of time has been a fright,
that I'll return tis' sure.
The longing, and the Pineing,
has reached my deafened ear.
I meant not to leave you hanging,
but my purpose was made clear.
So if a person seeks my wit,
a solace there to find.
Seek me out this weekend oft',
your vigor to rewind.
The Campground in Puposky,
will be a perfect spot.
Yourselves to find, Your missing aim,
Your focus will be Got.
Tis' good to hear that you'll be there,
for there art I tis' true.
My attitude will get renewed,
I hope the same for you.
Rawkneepee