”Gibberwacky” may not appear to make much sense, but that is because it is, like, profound and stuff. You could try reading this poem first. It still won’t make any sense, but you’ll have a deeper sense of appreciation for my artistic genius.‘Twas midnight, and the sleepy Hails Did yawn and fidget in her chair. All blurry were the words on-screen And ’twas getting hard to care. * * * “Beware the Gibberwack, my dear! The grammar mistakes, speling gone rong! Beware the punctuation errors, and shun Apostrophe’s where they don’t be’long!” * * * She took her coffee mug in hand: Long time the sleepiness she fought. So rested she upon the sofa And kept on blogging; she blogged a lot. * * * And, as in drowsy thought she sat, The Gibberwack, like sleeping gas Came sneaking through the open door And left her quite aghast. * * * Alas! Alack! The Gibberwack Left Hails with drowsiness filled. And when her eyes re-opened Her coffee all was spilled. * * * “And, has thou slain the Gibberwack? Why no! He took you out!” The Gibberwack had got her words And she knew not what she wrote about. * * * ‘Twas midnight, and the sleepy Hails Did yawn and fidget in her chair. All blurry were the words on-screen And ’twas getting hard to care.
I could hardly get out the front door this morning because of all the Valentine’s cards, cheesy gifts, single red roses and tacky teddy bears piled up on the mat. I wish people would stop sending me such foolish, heartfelt, unrestrained expressions of their love and affection. It just becomes overwhelming, to be honest.
A Valentine’s Day Poem For My Blog ReadersAlthough I’ve never met you Nor heard your soothing voice, Your presence on my humble blog Doth fairly make me rejoice. I may never know your real name Or the place where you reside, But when I see ‘New Comment’ I feel all warm and fuzzy inside! So, to you, dear reader, Happy Valentine’s Day! My love for you is like a terrorist group It never goes away.
Aye. Have a good one, and don’t choke on your Lovehearts or anything…