Excuses excuses.
There once was a blogger from Oz
Whose page was quite dull, that’s because
When she logged in each day
Meaning something to say
Much more int’resting other blogs was.
(So she read those instead.)
Whose page was quite dull, that’s because
When she logged in each day
Meaning something to say
Much more int’resting other blogs was.
(So she read those instead.)
posted by MargieCM at 5:02 pm
27 Comments:
There once was a blogger from Clogland
who dug a deep hole in blogland
and found herself deep in Margie's Oz
and loved it specially much because
She could always say
that's how I feel......yay!
My limmerick's are a bit iffy, but...what the heck! Love your posts, your blog and your wit, Margie....stay with it, girl!
Limericks are supposed to be iffy, Val, so you're on safe ground!
So nice to have you back with us, no matter how inadequate your wonderful blog makes me feel!
ps: Val, thankyou for the lovely comment back on your blog. Made my day.
Mx
I so agree with Val. Your posts are always worth reading!
A blog is a personal thing
Just sit down and type and take wing
A verse or a story
Facts or allegory
It's a piece of your soul on a screen!
How dat?
BTW - you'll never guess what my thirteen year old daughter named her own blog?
...well, we did do the nose. LOL
She loves MP, too. Go figure!
;-) I meant it Margie xx
Seems you've started something here too
...dat good Rache!
This one's for you too/two...;-)
Oh for the wonders of blogging
Just sit down and punch in your login
You can go anywhere
in the world without care
From Trashington to Mellowbourne
and Nether lands to Fin lands
From Val(e)s to Dales
and Iowa to Ottawa
There'll always be something to share
Just click and be welcome right there
next.....?
Oh, I love it!
Haha both of you! Excellent. There should be more doggerel around. It's the literary equivalent of taking your shoes off and wiggling your toes in the sand. Lovely.
Margie,
there once was a Lass from Glen Iris
Who ran out out writing papyrus
She wrote on her blog
then danced on a log
but never to Billy Ray Syrus!
Neans
Yay Neans!!!
There once was a young bird called Neans
Who drank beer and threw up on her jeans
But she cleaned herself up
No more drugs did she sup,
And now she's as fresh as McLeans!
That's the problem with limericks - they bring out the worst possible taste in me.
How about:
There once was a young girl called Neans
Whose demons were nightmarish dreams
Til she said "that's enough -
I'm over this stuff"
Now everything's just as it seems.
Well, it's a bit abstract, but at least it's not so libellously vulgar. I loved yours! I suppose I should try one with the suburb too:
There once was a girl from Fitzroy,
Taught her brother to ski, the poor boy
Cos she taught him inside,
Pushed him down for a ride
Off the top of the stairs, bugger moy!
Sorry about the last bit - the Kath & Kim pronunciation at the end is the only way I could get it to royme.
Better shut up now, but I will be back to make up some more for my other few Faithfuls. I'm afraid I've got to where I like it ...
heres another one
There once was a girl at The Rose
Who could vomit right up through her nose
A boy got quite smitten
by her talent for spittin'
Now He follows where ever she goes
OK that one's THE BEST!!!
And as I happen to know it's true - even better!
I hear ya!
I'm the SAME way lately!
:)
I appreciate your comment very much. Thanks!
Sully
Hey!
Blog on, we love ya!
--Dan L.
I'm miles more pathetic than you, dear Marge The emptiness of my blog is ferociously large I don't know why I am massively shy But on others' blogs I fear to aggressively barge I've popped by because I thought it funny that I have "Oz", too (unfortunately, not the Australia "Oz")in a new post I just finished(after a suuuper lengthy break)on my blog. I hope you are well. I'm actually nearly three months pregnant, so I've been on a self-enforced "lie-low".
P.S. I do not know how to create paragraphs so I apologize that my writings are all clumped together in one big gloppy paragraph.
Ooh, how lovely - more visitors! Thanks everyone. Now I know how to attract attention - just plead inadequacy!
Tanstripe - doesn't hitting "enter" create a paragraph for you? Not that there's anything wrong with "big gloppy paragraphs". I must skip over to yours and read up. btw, if you're three months pregnant, you're due to feel fabulous for at least the next few months (it's in the rulebook so it must be true.)
Hope all gets better soon for your mum Sully (sorry, I know she's "Mom", but it looks so odd when I type it - old habits...), thanks Dan, love you too, and Suesjoy you're another goodie I need to catch up with properly! If only I had nothing else to do ...
Will have to get back to my limericks soon though. I was having fun with them!
Margie!
I promise to post all about my Rach/Pete/Whopla er...tonight maybe?
I just ran like a maniac so I am all pumped.
I just don't know where to begin,it was such a heady experience, ya know??
See ya,
Suesxx
#You are forgivvvvvvvvvennnnnnnn#
But only just.
Nice poem by the way. I think that's the way forward for you. More poems.
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Once upon a time on blogland shores
the bloggers were feeling bloggy and bored
then along came Margie to put them right
and teach them to blog all through the night
Cos Margie, y'know, she comes from Oz
And our is becomes her was
So when she's awake on a brand new day
We're in bed with sleep on the way
But she makes us laugh and think and feel
and we don't want to miss even a squeal
of those who comment on Margie cee em
so we stay up too late just to blog with them
Hmmmm...I know I can do better than that...must try harder...;-)
You and Neans are brilliant Margie! I need to work at this some more...great fun though!
Suesjoy - I'm looking forward to hearing and seeing all! Delbut, how insanely sweet of you to refer to my sub-standard scribbling as "poetry". I will take your advice though. Soon. btw, I hope you were doing the falsetto with that "forgivvvvvvvvvennnnnnnn".
Val, lovely, thank you! I've been off-line for a couple of days (busy weekend), but will try to skip over to you properly some time today and say hello. I owe you a personalised limerick or two as well. Watch this space.
hey margie here's one my brothers used to tease me with...
There was a young girl called nean
Who ate a potent baked bean
she mastered the art
of a bellowing fart
and the smell was rather obscene
Ahh typical brothers!
Now why does this bring back childhood memories, Neans? Ah, yes. I have a brother too. Scatalogical humour a specialty. Give a boy a bean ...
Much more int'resting other blogs was? That's a lie! I haven't had a single poem on my blog for one thing!
Maria
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