Oh blog, me, babe! Don’t miss a word of it!
Many a blog has brought love to my door
Netted by sparkling poem, or flash of wit –
The chatroom kind, of course, and little more.
What need of tangled flesh on messy dates
The weight of expectation as it starts
Its gentle journey southwards, then abates?
The strain of those repeated broken hearts?
Love’s old economy is gone for good
Desire is met through ethernet, our span
Is all the world by cable, though we should
Still try to be as sticky as we can.
Fun, silly stuff. My Intro to English Lit class will be writing a sonnet in a little while, so I’m saving this for later.