Thursday, September 09, 2004

Heln is not a blog stalker

Ode to Michelle,
A one verse wonder.
By Heln , Thursday's guest blogger

Every squirrel is my friend,
They all drive me round the bend,
Oh wait, I'm already there,
Is that a squirrel in my hair?


Maybe I should just get my own blog instead of terrorising other peoples



6 Comments:

Blogger Michelle said...

Aah, Mister Dron... very very nice!! i commend your beautiful skills with prose! About as successful as Miguel's skills with de ladees!

9:19 pm  
Blogger M Ronayne said...

This poet, Fraser, seems quite a talker;
But just for now, she's called MISS. Walker.
Any poem, or song, or sonnet, thus repeated;
Should be like most of strong-bad's emails..... DELETED!!!!

Oh, wait, of course! It comes back to me now,
Michelle's ex-husband died... Killed by the FRAU!!!

9:36 pm  
Blogger Nathan said...

A first post on anothers blog,
Like a dam losing its first log
Water gushes through the hole
Pushing her towards a blogging role
Like a great river surging on
She can't resist blogging for long

Oh and Heln, this is well meant-
Can I have you first comment?

10:06 pm  
Blogger Philotas said...

Ah Nato, Mike and old Mister Dron!
You have forgotten somebody, but not for long!
Although I am many miles away
on your Blogs I will still play
And I shall have the very first say!

For While you poets may compose your rhyme
I am in waiting, biding my time
Waiting and watching for Helen to prepare
You think you will be first? oh my friends, au contraire!
soon now my plans will soon all be laid bare!

Beware fellow Bloggers Beware! >:)

12:51 am  
Blogger Michelle said...

aah my darlings you are so beautiful,
Your prose not seeming at all dutiful!
Much pleasure you take in rhyming
and all have such impeccable timing!
To lift my heart maketh you esteemed,
and in my opinion you are now deemed:
kings of the flair,
princes with much cheer,
wonderful, marvelous dirrels-
oh you all are such handsome squirrels!!

10:51 am  
Blogger Matt said...

As I was wand'ring through the 'net
I came across a page
And as I read the play was set:
A game, as on a stage

The game was one not so urbane,
But great in scope and skill
For poems were writ - but nothing plain
It gave me quite a thrill

I had, at once, to prove my mettle
To join the battle fast!
For now, to try this game to settle -
But would I be the last?

3:36 pm  

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