Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Today, everybody except me take the day off

Today is I Love to Write Day!

  "Everybody is writing, writing, writing–worst of all, writing poetry. It'd be better if the whole tribe of scribblers—every damn one of us—were sent off somewhere with tool chests to do some honest work."  –  Walt Whitman.

"It is the glory and the merit of some men to write well, and of others not to write at all."  –  La Bruyere.

Today's Perverse Verse:

The proliferation of The Blog
Leaves one agog.
From Chicago to Prague,
Like some noxious fog,
It hangs heavy as smog.
It's a World Wide bog,
Through which one can slog
Like a drunken hog,
Until you cry out: Aaaggh!

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