Here I sit and try to blog
With tired eyes and mind
Forward to the finish
With most hours already behind

But I'm doing better than jesse
Whose server up and quit
And in profane frustration
She wrote an ode to it

Michael has it rougher
Drinking a coke per post
If he needs to use the pisser,
Wendy has more than most

Crystal thinks her words appear
By typing them in the square
I think she posted in crayon
Or clicked on just thin air

And I can't wait 'til the sun comes up
To take a little ride
'Cause it would do me good right now
To get off my #$% backside

I wonder where my monitor went
Not hearing from him all night
I guess no news is good news
And that I must be 'thoning right

I can't believe I kept this theme
On posts the whole way through
Without a silly limerick,
Cat shots...or haiku