So Stalkers Are Shy Under The Blog Sky?
The cat heard something fun the other day as he hopped about each blog bay, that some commenters are shy. That is why they stalk read and then away they fly. Hmmm let's explore that as it intrigues the cat.
Read your post,
So good at your coast.
Wait! That's in my head,
It just can't be said.
I can't type those words.
I have to go watch the birds.
They tweet all day long.
I like how they sing their song.
Sidetracked a bit,
Publish I cannot hit.
I just can't do it.
My finger is having a fit.
What if they don't like it?
What if they send me a pet rock kit?
What if I lose an ear?
Wait! That's another fear.
They may see me.
I can't go on a comment spree.
I am just so shy.
They may poke me in the eye.
That pokey rock commenter just might.
She looks like she can bite.
Oh I have to get away,
This is ruining my day.
I can't handle a retort.
They may hold court.
May decide to send me packing,
I think my heart is attacking.
This just cannot be.
I need to jump in the sea.
I am just so shy.
Oh look at that cloudy sky.
Hail may fall on my head.
I may die in bed.
It could come right through the roof,
Then me, I go poof.
Don't make fun of my scoff?
I can't just turn the computer off.
The gremlins may get me.
Sorry, now I have to flee.
Well the good thing about this post is if I offend shy people at my coast, they will be too shy to say a thing at my bay. Win, win I say. So think people are too shy to say something? Or just don't know what to say when they give a ring? Could be both, could be one. That is what makes it fun. Now I will go pass some gas as I am not a shy little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Read your post,
So good at your coast.
Wait! That's in my head,
It just can't be said.
I can't type those words.
I have to go watch the birds.
They tweet all day long.
I like how they sing their song.
Sidetracked a bit,
Publish I cannot hit.
I just can't do it.
My finger is having a fit.
What if they don't like it?
What if they send me a pet rock kit?
What if I lose an ear?
Wait! That's another fear.
They may see me.
I can't go on a comment spree.
I am just so shy.
They may poke me in the eye.
That pokey rock commenter just might.
She looks like she can bite.
Oh I have to get away,
This is ruining my day.
I can't handle a retort.
They may hold court.
May decide to send me packing,
I think my heart is attacking.
This just cannot be.
I need to jump in the sea.
I am just so shy.
Oh look at that cloudy sky.
Hail may fall on my head.
I may die in bed.
It could come right through the roof,
Then me, I go poof.
Don't make fun of my scoff?
I can't just turn the computer off.
The gremlins may get me.
Sorry, now I have to flee.
Well the good thing about this post is if I offend shy people at my coast, they will be too shy to say a thing at my bay. Win, win I say. So think people are too shy to say something? Or just don't know what to say when they give a ring? Could be both, could be one. That is what makes it fun. Now I will go pass some gas as I am not a shy little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.
Published on June 17, 2014 03:00
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