Forward From Back Gets Some Flack!

This post will thrill. It fits the bill. How does it fit? I don't know that shit. You humans say such stuff. We don't have time to make fun of the fluff. Or make fun of the time. For the past must be given a chime. Yeah, it just must. Warning. May be dull like rust.

Here is our story.
From whatever to glory.
You've read and seen.
You know what I mean.

At least I hope.
If not, elope.
I hear it's fun.
Elvis will give you a run.

The fake one.
They are fun.
Pick one and go.
Enjoy that Vegas glow.

Now where was I?
Oh yes, giving this a try.
Here is our story.
Zombie feet may be gory.

But this goes back.
Back, back, back at our shack.
Back before a shack.
Back before a pack.

It combines the two.
Both here just for you.
What two is that?
Why the backstory of our blogmat.

Here it is.
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz.
Damn, that's wrong.
Blame dear old Donkey Kong.

The one with no ass crack.
I guess number two he does lack.
Maybe number one too.
Unless it's one tiny view.

I hear that chime.
It's near the end of our rhyme.
That means it's backstory time.
We'll say a little more than a mime.

Here is the backstory.
Told in all it's glory.
What came before our lair?
Why there was lots of...wait for it....wait for it...air!

Wasn't that the greatest backstory ever? Don't you want to create a backstory endeavor? Don't you want to do it and beat a dead horse? At least I hope you show the horse some remorse. Ever see backstories that were as pointless as can be? We've seen one or three. But at least you now know what came to pass. There was air that didn't come out my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.