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Always Save

I think that Blogger needs a way
To save things you delete.
The lack of features, I must say,
Sure keeps me on my feet.

Song of Mourning

And all my lovely rhymes deleted!
A treasure store of verse depleted!

Pbbbbbbbbt!

So I was right and you were wrong,
You over-hyper folk.
And now I sing the gloating song:
I'm free to rhyme and joke!

And Jason, sorry bud, but you
Will have to try again:
It's hard to int'rest women who
Prefer careers to men.

Andrew @ 6:45 PM |

Whatever.

You womenfolk are really wack,
To make me take my rhyming back.

Andrew @ 11:10 PM |

Rule #4

There once was a rule that was broken
In answer to words that were spoken
With best of intent
Yet hastily spent,
And here is a rhyme as a token.

Andrew @ 12:58 PM |

Thinking Space

There once was an old attic bedroom
With plenty of floor but no headroom
Whose door never locked,
But still people knocked
Until someone barged into said room.

Andrew @ 12:12 PM |

Soldiery

And should we both go off to war,
The homefires left untended,
The outlook for the children? Poor,
Exposed and undefended.

Andrew @ 4:25 PM |

Sanctuary

So can't He see I need a wife
To woo me into peace,
Or stand beside, amid the strife
When conflict will not cease?

Andrew @ 4:10 PM |

Strategery

Perhaps I'll never speak again,
So never to offend,
But silent, pray for souls of men
Who do not know their end.

Andrew @ 4:06 PM |

The Ranting Coworker

Too quick to opine
In absence of fact:
These pearls before swine--
Too late to retract!

Andrew @ 2:39 PM |

Things We Wish God Still Did

Speak aloud
From a cloud

Andrew @ 11:45 PM |

Assignment of Blame

Jason did this, little punk!
Prayed against me--shoulda thunk!

Andrew @ 10:13 PM |

Rebuke

For love of Christ, be still, O tongue,
And let your Master speak!
Lay down your wagging song unsung,
And own that you are weak!

Forsake your trust in worldly wile,
And hope in God above!
Repent of pride and and flee from guile;
Say naught but in His love!

Andrew @ 9:41 PM |

Tastes Like Beef

I've never had a dolphin,
But I have eaten shark.
I've never been a-golfin',
But I know where to park.

Andrew @ 3:27 PM |

A Rhyme Not Worthy of a Title

So here's what I'm trying to say.
The recent stuff gen'rally stinks.
It's bland, and I worried today
That possibly somebody thinks
I'm cheating or breaking the rules,
For which I would have no excuse
Since at my disposal are tools
To change them and end the abuse.
But I think they're fine as they stand,
As long as you know what I meant:
The sap is what had to be banned;
For other cruft rules can be bent.

Andrew @ 9:50 PM |

Indian Palate Cleanser

Insipid is a cold white sauce
On chewy rice. I'm at a loss
To find a better metaphor.
I'll tell you when I think of more.

Andrew @ 9:47 PM |

Self Defense

What I mean to say
Is yes, it's all stupid, but
Not insipid

Andrew @ 9:45 PM |

Insipidity

Lukewarm mealy mush
About nothing but in love
With its lukewarm-ness

Andrew @ 9:39 PM |

Rule #5

I'm frightfully close here to breaking
A rule that I made for myself,
When rhyming means talk about baking
A cake in the shape of an elf.

Andrew @ 7:35 PM |

Earn Meaningless Unblog Points

I bet you thought the post below
Was all about a phone call, yes?
If you were my friend Bill, you'd know
It's something else. You care to guess?

Andrew @ 7:14 PM |

Musings From Grandma's iMac During a Telephone Call

The tick of this infernal clock
Is bound to drive me near insane.
Perhaps I ought to take a walk,
Returning when the future's plain.

Andrew @ 7:09 PM |