One thing about a blog that one
Will find that one can try on –
It gives to one, all said and done,
Some shoulders one can cry on.
I finished all my note rewrites,
Caused by the flop in power,
At cost of almost sleepless nights
And at ungodly hour.
Then put the music with the text,
And did each tricky setting,
Till only testing would come next –
Excited I was getting!
In triumph, thus, I did quick check
By latest slide show showing,
(That snags would come, as sure as heck,
I really should be knowing.)
A page which I have read aloud
More times than I can mention,
Contained a ‘he’, but standing proud
There was an ‘r’ extension!
How could I miss a ‘her came back’
So very clearly showing?
Of intellect I have a lack,
That’s all I can be knowing.
It isn’t just the simple tasks
Of doing a deletion;
Re-photographing’s what it asks
Before I reach completion.
Oh, sob and sniffle, scream and moan,
Some howling and some wailing,
And keening and a goodly groan
At work it is entailing.
So thanks for hearing out my tale –
I’m glad you found it gripping;
But my distress is on a scale
Your shoulder is now dripping!
© July 2012 Colonialist (WordPress/Letterdash)