Too Busy to Post

I seldom have the time post,
It's been a month or four.
I wish I had the time,
To have y'all rolling on the floor.

Work is fine from nine to five
Then after work comes fun,
But I find it doesn't jive,
With life upon the run.

Shopping here and errands there,
Each moment it is taken,
I know my cyber friends they think,
That them I have forsaken!

What's in A Blog?

What is a blog? I hear you ask,
Hiding behind your on-line mask.
Blogs are ideas upon a page,
Made by someone of unknown age.

They're filled with tales of things they have done,
Or of quaint stories that they think are fun.
But I say a blog is a personal choice,
The writer encodes with their special voice.

First Blog

I sit here thinking what to blog,
Beside me drools my faithful dog.
TV's blaring in the den,
Nothing on it but some dren

Do a blog some friends did say,
It will help you pass the day.
So I sit and wrack my brain.
For a humorous first refrain.