My sister sent to me a link for a site, "This blog is not for you."
The name the blogger chose I think just made me want to read it too!
It was replete with blog ideas and since I've only blogged a while,
I read the blog and it appears I'd like to change my blogging style.
I long ago had made the choice among the many crafts I do
And gave my poetry the voice that here in blog I share with you.
You may ask why I chose to write and I will tell you here and now.
It's not that painting lost the fight because I couldn't figure how
Nor sculpture lost for lack of love of clay or molding little peeps.
But merely writing got the shove because it seemed, to write was CHEAP!
For painting, there's canvases and paint and brushes that you have to buy.
Machines and fabric, trust me, ain't so cheap as once in days gone by.
I have a million rubber stamps, scissors galore, hole punches too.
I even have some jumbo clamps for any woodwork I need to do.
A wall of shelves is tightly packed with totes of fabric neatly stowed.
You'd laugh to see how tightly stacked two closets truly overflowed!
I have three sets of Exacto knives, a bucket full of pretty beads,
Enough to provide three sister wives with all their down home crafting needs.
But here I sit, by my self, alone, on line and playing 'Words with Friends.'
With pen and paper I've been known to write a tale with pleasing ends.
This effort, now, to write this note, is falling sadly, short of par.
So I won't put it to a vote, but simply state what my feelings are.
I'd like to try to share with you some simple tales in silly verse
Because it's what I like to do but smile! From here, it can't get worse!
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