Pass The Buck At Seven And Stuck!

So the cat was told the other day that the average life of a blog is 7 months from bay to bay. Not sure how they average that, but we'll pretend it is a correct stat.

7 is it.
7's the hit.
Then bit by bit,
You're done with this shit.

Too old for it?
Danny Glover may say, go spit.
Why would you want to do that?
Unless chewing some nasty fat.

Why only 7?
Can't get 11?
Double digits that would be.
Maybe they get stuck in a tree?

They realize it's work?
That can't be a perk.
Got no time?
The same old chime.

Say that for anything,
Such a familiar ring.
One that's full of crap.
But I've done that yap.

Maybe 7 is magic?
Rosey's 666 is tragic.
Can't have everyone landing on 6.
Then there would be lots of 666 tricks.

That will make her squirm.
Maybe 7 is like a term?
A term job thing.
Some kind of fling?

A fling with the net.
Then they fret.
Not all it was cracked up to be?
The fling had an std.

Hmm, malware I guess it would be.
But a virus is a virus at ones sea.
At least a computer you can buy new,
Not so much the parts of you.

So why 7?
Then they go to heaven?
Or maybe they think it's hell,
And blogging is such a tough sell.

Have you lasted more than 7 months at your sea? That is a yes to 99% of those that visit me. Many have been around a while. Seen many a rhyming mile. But why 7 you think before they go down the drink? Why not 5 or 2? I've seen many come and go at my zoo. They did last a little bit. Not sure if 7 months was it. To those past 7 months I raise a glass, if I drank from one with my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.