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Shush… Don’t Tell Them You’re My Favorite

Shush… Don’t Tell Them You’re My Favorite

And now…I must apologize because I feel I’ve neglected some of my early blogging buddies while taking the Blogging 101 course. For you my blogging friends, I am thankful for all the wise information you have shared with me in the beginning, making me come out of my shell and learn how to tackle this blogging life in the first place.

Yes, I’ve been up to my neck in assignments and from the looks of things this isn’t over yet! 😉 Sad thing is I probably won’t even get a diploma to frame in gold and hang on my wall.  I have the perfect spot. I want that diploma! But I have EXCUSES, so please bear with me until the end. This just about sums up the last two weeks of my life if you wondered what happened to me.

EXCUSES

My title was changed to make more of a statement.

And my tagline is now more about placement.

 

I’ve followed topics and blogs while being a pest.

And they’ve followed me also and feathered their nests.

 

We’ve all commented and liked till we’re blue in the face.

But there are good neighbors aplenty all ’round my place.

 

They have increased by the dozens.

I have Nan, Bob, Bill and all of their cousins!

 

There’s still room I believe as I constantly scour the list,

Then at night they are all tucked away safe in their nests.

 

My theme? Is it me? This made me stray.

Then I decided it could be better in grey!

 

My dialog is cut, then added back.

My bio is shredded and stuffed in a sack.

 

Less is more, we learned in the beginning.

So now you have less, but more I’ll be sending.

 

Each assignment is done taking most of my time.

I scramble and struggle lots as I whine.

 

Now widgets are flying, and some disappearing.

Tabs are increasing and more colors are clearing.

 

Perfection is coming, but still we must wait.

How many more days can we take?

 

I’ve tweaked and I’ve cleaned and spruced up my site.

And yes, I can tell it has turned on a light.

 

My stats are improving, as I hope yours are higher.

The numbers don’t lie. Should I send out a flier?

 

But wait!  I must not forget where I came from, I worry.

Who helped me along when I was  first in a hurry?

 

It’s hard work, I cried from the beginning.

But no, I can do it I learned from your winnings.

 

You prodded and praised and pushed me along,

My confidence rising along with my song.

 

Yes, you know who your are.

You helped raise the bar.

 

So for those who got me to the point where I’m at,

You are really my favorite, but let’s not announce that! 😉

 

A poet I am not!

~Elle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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