"I cannot blog tonight," says I,
For if I do, I fear I'll cry.
And then my blog would no longer be funny;
for crying makes my nose more runny.
I've no jokes to tell, or stories, or songs.
My brain is mushed up, like stir-fry in tongs.
I know that I vowed to blog daily until
"Regular work!" I could happily peal.
But, my dear friends, I spoke a bit too soon,
for my life is more dull than I once assumed.
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