For just over twenty years I’ve been blogging,
Twenty years of this creative flogging.
Ramblings, rhymes, stories, haiku,
All wrapped up and written for you.
(Whoever you are, mostly it’s me,
For me, to keep me my sanity.)
All sort of things, even conceptual “art,”
Going right back to uni, back to that start
In a little library computer room,
Weaving posts on my friend’s little loom.
For years I covered all most everything,
Too much, sometimes, with words I’d sting,
But mostly this was just the inception
Of an outlet for creative conceptions.
Real life eventually took a back seat
As I found other new ways to feast:
Timothy found and captured a unicorn,
An oath to 250 Word stories was sworn.
And after the loom was gone
A slow expansion was begun
Into haberdasheries of diff’rent kinds
Six in all, so far, you can find!
Fridays soon became Fri-yays,
Alongside some other prompt days.
And the occasional comp win or mention
Would make me feel more of a menschen.
But the most warming feels,
Like the hottest of meals,
Come to the bottom of the page:
A reader’s comment most sage.
So, this is it, my China Anniversary,
Of fighting my greatest adversary,
And it’s all as frail as a china decoration,
If I cannot find a way to (“proper”) publication.
