Make The Cut, Now What?

So the cat got an email a while ago and it was not hate mail at my show. Damn, I must be doing something wrong. I guess I need zombie feet to come on strong.

How do you start a blog?
I am a bump on a log.
I want to start a blog.
Help me through the fog.

Gave them the link,
In it did sink.
They signed up,
Like an obedient pup.

Now what do I do?
I don't have a clue.
There are things here.
They make me run in fear.

Blogger is easy as can be.
Not sure what is wrong with thee.
But laid it out with ease,
And it was a breeze.

Does it look good?
Will people come to my hood?
How do I get them to come?
I think I need some rum.

Gave a little meow,
Telling them how.
Then they were happy,
But for all of that, turns out they aren't yappy.

What can I write?
It is such a plight.
I have no clue.
Can you write for my zoo?

So not only did I create it,
Or pointed what to hit.
But now I have to write it too?
Pffft to you.

I guess I won't blog.
I will go walk the dog.
Thank you though.
Now I must go.

So now you know.
Even before ducks are in a row,
Don't assume a thing,
Make sure they know what to write at their wing.

Hmmm start a blog and do not know what to write. That is sure a scary plight. They must have thought it happened by magic. How tragic. Better luck teaching a singing bass. At least it provided a post for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.