Apparently today's the time
To blog about our lives in rhyme
For whatifoundthere told me so
And she's the type who's bound to know
My life is over-fill with work
Though mainly 'cause I tend to shirk
And blog and spod and mope all day
Till panic tears my blues away
At work, it is time to swap post
Though of the choices, I like most
The one I like the least, to whit
My Hobson's choice is rather shit.
Illness does plague family and friends
These winter months may never end
I find that I have gone quite deaf
Of hearing power am bereft
But I am in a pantomime
Which if we're lucky, will be fine
(The story is of Turpintine)
I think I've organised a show
Thought being deaf, I don't quite know...
But to the Whittington we'll go!
And now my rhyme scheme broken is
I'll end this post post-haste - what swizz!