The Start To A Fart?

Don't worry there is no passing gas. That we'll save for the end with my little rhyming ass. For now we will get started fast. I want to make this post a thing of the past.

Away we go.
To where, don't know.
Maybe don't care.
No time to spare.

I'm creating a post.
A post at my coast.
It will be created,
Leaving all elated.

I'll get 50,000 hits.
May give some the shits.
It will be that grand.
I'll receive a hand.

I'll need to bow.
It will wow.
More than whelmed,
Will be helmed.

Even bad grammar,
Won't make any stammer.
I'll be a worldwide hit.
People will throw a fit.

It will lead to much.
Books, movies and such.
I'll be ever so rich.
A butler will scratch every itch.

Or make that a maid.
It's a better trade.
I think I can trust her,
With that feather duster.

I'll be sung about.
People see me and shout.
They'll rant and rave,
Gold paths I'll pave.

Even when I'm dead,
I'll be forever read.
All from this post,
Here at my coast.

My first post ever.
It will be such an endeavor.
Nothing else will compare.
To start, do I dare?

Sadly, some believe that all it takes is one post, one book or whatever to bring about such an endeavor. Are you ones of those? Care to buy my bridge that's shaped like a rose? It will help you when the world bows to you. Trust me, it's true. The key is to start and keep at it. Not going to start with a #1 hit. May never come due. Sorry to disappoint you. Now feel free to smell the gas that just came out my little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.