Beautiful Day

20080619095031_blowing_windWind blows through shimmering trees, blossom flies up to the sky with the bees. freshly cut grass makes you sneeze, children playing with dirty knees trees turn green for as far as the eye can see.

Birds pick at insects and worms before departing on isotherms. the wind lifts them to the sky on their wings, carrying food and shiny things, to their nest where babies sing.

Blow the clouds across the sky, where aeroplanes fly. Look at the shapes floating way up high, soon, this beautiful day will be done and the night will be nigh.

Blog the Dog

Blog the dog was a bit of a hog, he would eat anything even a frog.
He got very fat when he ate a cat he chased it down and that was that.

He got very thin when a bee went in to give him a sting and he could not eat his tea.

Now Blog the dog drinks peppermint tea and squirts it up the nearest tree, which he has done since he was three.

Blog the dog now lives with me and sometimes sits upon my knee, he cuddles up and keeps me warm, sometimes, of danger he will warn.

You see I love my dog named Blog he is miles better than any mog.


I can post what I had for my tea, lunch and dinner and if I went for a pee. I can post bitching and boast. I could like, love, wow, be sad or angry, and tell you tails of wow and where I go

I can join a group that may be a hoot or even buy and sell loot. I can post where I am and get loads of spam.

I can tell the world I love my kids even when we are on the skids. I can say I love you or I hate you I can even be mates with you too.

I can choose to accept you as a friend even though your posts drive me round the bend. I can choose to block you and what you send.

We can chat or have a spat, put up pictures and videos of our cute cat. We can post pictures of me and you or even of your baby having a poo. You can even talk to me when I’m in the loo.

I don’t care what you had for your dinner, or whether you are looking any thinner, I don’t care about your cat especially when its wearing your hat.

So please don’t make yourself look a Pratt and don’t tell the burglars where you are at. Please don’t ask me to share if my kids are beautiful or if I really care. Oh and by the way I don’t like your hair.

But ice buckets we all dared and got hacked from who knows where. We print xxxx to hide that we swear.

So be a friend and don’t offend by posting rubbish on my wall especially when you are having a brawl. No guns or images to shock or that magic button I will use it says BLOCK