A monster lives in County Blog,
A frightful thing, his name is Grog.
He feeds upon the internet
Whatever words that he can get.
He hacks into each private place,
Eating words not full of grace,
And so you know he’s very fat,
For there is always lots of that:
Angry rants? He licks his lips
(Not so much the cooking tips).
Gossip rags? A conne-sewer
Of Juicy tidbits on a skewer.
The only thing that makes him sick,
Oh, let’s see now, take your pick:
Family updates filled with love,
Lessons from the One Above,
Or any useful, wholesome thing
Sends him whining to his king.
“Me hungry, feed me more
The trashy words that I adore!”
The king then rubs his dotcom chin,
“Yes, you’re looking mighty thin…
Prince Facebook is so unaware
I’ll send you chomping over there!
Consume the pics of smashed up toe
And details of a garden hoe.
Don’t forget to try and steal
The posts about the evening meal,
Anything that seems a waste
And takes up lots of cyberspace.”
Grog rejects this bold suggestion,
Facebook gives him indigestion.
So he stays in County Blog
Eating trash, this monster Grog.
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