Access Denied
I thought I lost my access and it really freaked me out.
I couldn't come and post a poem, I could only set and pout.
I tried last night to no avail my life was in a tizzy.
My wife was hurt cause I was late, my blogging kept' me busy.
I couldn't sleep, I didn't snore, I tossed and turned all night.
I couldn't say what bothered me, confusion was my plight.
I woke up early with a start and wondered at the cause.
This inaccessability was forcing me to pause.
Then early in the afternoon I stumbled on the key.
I figured out the word or two that had allluded me.
Now life is good the sky is blue I've cleaned out all the Gunk.
For if you're banned from blogger land, it puts you in a funk.
I couldn't come and post a poem, I could only set and pout.
I tried last night to no avail my life was in a tizzy.
My wife was hurt cause I was late, my blogging kept' me busy.
I couldn't sleep, I didn't snore, I tossed and turned all night.
I couldn't say what bothered me, confusion was my plight.
I woke up early with a start and wondered at the cause.
This inaccessability was forcing me to pause.
Then early in the afternoon I stumbled on the key.
I figured out the word or two that had allluded me.
Now life is good the sky is blue I've cleaned out all the Gunk.
For if you're banned from blogger land, it puts you in a funk.
posted by Rawknee at 1/17/2006 03:16:00 PM
6 Comments:
Hmmm. June to January. That's nearly six months, Right?? Not too bad for an Old Guy.
I know that jeri too had lost her blog and felt lost and in a fog.
But we are glad to see that she and Ron have found their site. And we all sympathize with their sorry plite.
I want to say that our Japanese friend Hideaki is unable to join our little group as his job makes computer screens in his down time all look like poop.
But he sends a hello to his American fam and wishes well to Abbe's wedding jam.
Good to see you're back.
I see that Ron has missed my little song and dance and sometimes I feel that all the bloggers have moved to France.
But I am hanging on to the hope that one day someone will read my poor little rhyme and respond with a little patter bout this or that or another matter.
They left me here hanging on while they went to Abbe's wedding and new that with babe inside I would not be attending.
So here I sit and write my blog and wait to hear from some other sorry dog.
When they return to see their site they will laugh at my sorry plite.
But I will only be here long enough to say I am having my baby now so come see me in hospital bed I will be.
Having contractions and crying out loud oh why do I have to suffer and they get to see Abbe, they must be so proud.
Well gosh I better get going home to my son he will be wondering where I have been and what I have done.
Okay so I am not the best little poet and have confused some of you with my sorry attempt. I am not in labor just feeling sorry for myself that everyone gets to go to the wedding and see everyone down there and I have to go through labor again!! But Brandon and Breanna are the best presents I have ever or will ever recieve so it is well worth the pain.
Cyndi, Cyndi; I'm so sorry. I Miss you...And Vy and Laurie. All the Bloggers leave their tracks and walk away and don't come back.
I thought Ron would soon return. But you and I must pine and yearn for better days of Rhyming BLOGs. They've all run off to ride their Hawgs and visit friends and walk their Dogs. Or get too tired and saw some logs.
I guess we all progress in streaks and get bogged down for days and weeks; Then like a bunch of 'Puter Geeks, we sit and BLOG all night like Freaks. Well, Cyndi, Dear, I wait your turn to come and Beg for Ron's return. I've had my say, so I will wait for someone else to fill my plate. It's things like this that I just hate. I know we shouldn't make a date, but I've got one more thing to say, "We simply can't meet up this way."
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