You read well;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to folks and make them smile
When I a fat and scotch-fed Pundit beguile,
Sighing in likeness of a half-remembered song:
And sometimes lurk I in a blogger's bong,
In very likeness of hoary seed,
And when they hit, against their lips I explode
And on their weather'd keyboards tip the grass.
The silliest blogger, typing to be the biggest ass,
Sometime for a fair player mistakes me;
Then slip I from the post, (they still don't see!),
And "unfair" whines, and falls into raspy cough;
And then the whole web holds their mice and laugh,
And delight in their mirth and, teary-eyed, swear
A merrier moment was never wasted here.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to folks and make them smile
When I a fat and scotch-fed Pundit beguile,
Sighing in likeness of a half-remembered song:
And sometimes lurk I in a blogger's bong,
In very likeness of hoary seed,
And when they hit, against their lips I explode
And on their weather'd keyboards tip the grass.
The silliest blogger, typing to be the biggest ass,
Sometime for a fair player mistakes me;
Then slip I from the post, (they still don't see!),
And "unfair" whines, and falls into raspy cough;
And then the whole web holds their mice and laugh,
And delight in their mirth and, teary-eyed, swear
A merrier moment was never wasted here.
-Puck
