I love the smell of Blog in the mornin'

Holla! So my bloggish fans here's a new "secret message" fer ya:

I sit at the desk with the ghetto old lamp

where on top of the rubble rests a postcard and lamp

Right beside this letter of tax

is the printer, the speaker, and at last the fax

(alright I admit: the fax is not there,

but "fax" rhymed with "tax") (and did it with flare)

"Flare" not "flair" (as suppose you assume)

for "flare" is way hotter (and takes up more room)

Besides; the word "flair" looks rather gay

and I've had enough of that stuff for today

I cannot believe this riot afoot

For on"A" or on "B" full support must be put

Personally what they do I don't give a give

As long as they don't mess up the way I live

Actually that's not at all how I feel

but I can't tell you now, and I end my whole shpeel

Honestly none of that "gay rights" stuff I talked about really depictes my personal opinion...

I simply was expressing the obviously unproductive view of the average sixteen year old.

(I had to wrap it up because my G-ma is kicking me off her compy)

Laita!

Ahhh.... the blog.

How wonderful it is to be here on my dear friend blog again. I must confess that i have not enjoyed "blog-bliss" for many a year(2). Actually i must credit my "blog-intelligence" to my secret agency at NHS(Nano-Hour-Seconds) headquarters. My informer, we'll call her "Mrs. Abt", told me of the infinate possiblities here. For one year i had been going strong, sure to "blog-it-up" at least three times a week, but then the treasonous double-agent "Sumer Vacacion" completely disconnected my "interest".
But this is all behind us now...me...now...Yes :all behind me know and i am prepared to retake my "blog-throne" and re-establish my lost contacts. So to they that know who they are:

Tis' true the blogging has re-begun
to restart the battle that should have been won
Lost it was once but just for a time
the hour has come to reclaim the rhyme
The rhyme that was lost, now has been found
meter and rhythm shake rust to the ground
so I have returned for beauty so vain
to return to the rhyme and meter again.