When Julie bought a book on charm,
She reasoned it could do no harm,
Since beauty is a gift of God.
Now, was poor Julie's logic flawed?

It wouldn't be, had Julie read
The book for its intent; instead,
Poor Julie focused less on grace
Than how to have a pretty face.

And so, as Julie aged, she grew,
Increasingly, a pretty shrew
Who scorned the girl whose outfit clashed
But wore her meanness unabashed.

So Julie's pretty pear-shaped head
Was uglified by things she'd said
And all her beauty came to naught,
Because of love that she forgot. 

Poor Julie had a pear-shaped head.
"Oh, What am I to do?" she said.
"It surely wouldn't do me harm
To find myself a book on charm."

"Where better," Julie thought, "to look
For such a necessary book
Than in my local Christian store?"
And shortly she was out the door.

"See, here it is," she cried with glee,
"The haircut that was made for me!
And all these fashion tips to boot!
I love this book! I'll take it! Woot!"

So Julie learned to wear her hair
To complement her facial pear,
And ev'ryone was glad she'd bought
The book on charm. It helped a lot. 

Hi all. This unblog started back when I was living all alone.
It used to be that I was free to choose its style and set its tone.
My goal at first was just to have an outlet for my lonesome thought,
But one with rules to keep me mindful of the discipline I sought.

I thought that I could share with God my thoughts and prayers in writing here,
To document in formal verse what otherwise would disappear.
As such, I planned to only post what I considered free of rant
And somehow worthy of a read, if only for a kooky slant.

This all worked fine until I moved and found myself with little time
And readers I had entertained (or tried at least) with months of rhyme.
I felt an obligation to preserve the unblog's posting pace,
Instead of leaving it to rot (if things can rot in cyperspace).

When Ryan came to town we played some pool and talked about the 'net
And how it's hard to keep in touch and how I hadn't emailed yet.
He said that rhyming worked for him, but I had been so slow to post
That I felt guilty writing something maybe once a week at most.

So enter extra authors, where the goal was now community,
Which never really happened since you all were just as slow as me.
And now I have a 'blog that doesn't have the style or tone I'd choose,
And I have fans from church whose readership I'd truly hate to lose.

So unblog is reverting to the boring thing it used to be,
And future posts (if any come) will all be written just by me.
Expect a dearth of rhyming in the next three months or so at least,
And more if I succumb to complications from a rampant yeast. 

The Cubs

were among the best in the league earlier this year, but they are now are primarily distinguished by their flubs.

The Giants,

other than Barry Bonds, look like they got on the team because the players' agents paid bribes to the GM on behalf of their clients.

The Astros

are doing so well right now that I bet fish are jumping out of water just to see them play, which is going to make life easier for quite a few bass pros.

The Brewers

are in the sewers.