WordPress,
I am not impressed.
All these years,
you gave my pages dog’s ears
Though, I don’t like to shed tears
It all, to me, appears
my creativity has been made blunted spears
What can I hope or will
when it is always evil
that makes me foot the bill
and I still am on the drill!
It seems, he is always two steps ahead
So, my bed feels like lead
My fame is not even lame…
It is limbless, who is to blame?
Must I take a sabbatical, though I never scat?
My saltcellar is no fishy vat!
I simply have no vindication from trumps
Oblivion rings my thumbs
I swear just the same
apPAULling is his shame!
montes-musings.blog 