One day I sat me down to write
A word or two to describe my plight;
No Edda sure, no "Captain's Log"
Twas just an entry in my blog;
But it raised the voice of a stupid dog.
I wrote no words of true intent
No soft and silent, hoarse lament
Of days gone by in horrid sorrow;
Not weeping for today or tomorrow
No trouble, was I looking to borrow.
But in all times of idle chatter
There arise voices from the clatter;
It was as if some little boy
Had found what was his daddy's toy
"This keyboard!" it said. "I will smite joy."
Now for one such as this I think
He "smites his joy" in the bathroom sink;
A truly disgusting spectacle
And a blatant misuse of that receptacle
A thought, true story, not delectable.
A tangent that was, I apologize
For the blinding of your inner eyes,
It was coarse, true, a blatant thing so
Vile that it was worthy of the evil dingo;
Who is but a failed result of genetic bingo.
The dingo hails from Australia,
Historically a place they jail ya,
So what does this tell us of his traits?
He is leprous skank in dire straits?
Or the love slave of one Bill Gates?
He sits alone and mocks his friends
With no one there to change his Depends;
He's just some silly little griper
Sitting in his adult diaper
Paying off his karmic Pied Piper.
"I'm looking forward to Monday's Posts'
He writes and things its some silly boast.
One thing he forgets, this blog hater
That where insults go, I am greater,
His best insult is "See ya later."
Now sure the little ones must strive
Else how would they know that they're alive?
Where he's as insulting as Charo
I am the insult Kilimanjaro
Read those cards, Dingo, its your Tarot.
With you I have so much material
From your balding scalp to diseases venereal;
So write your words upon my wall
And let the insults come one and all
So the world can watch the Dingo's fall.