Our Bumbledummer Shadow
BY R U Stupidson
We have a little shadow that goes in and out with us,
And what can be the use of him, except to fume and fuss?
He is very, very like the derps from the heels up to the head;
And I see him dump in keywords when we begin a thread.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to stalk—
Not at all like proper posters, which is always reasoned talk;
For he sometimes shoots his mouth off like an india-rubber ball,
And he shows he is so puny that there’s none of him at all.
He hasn’t got a notion that no one listens to him bray,
And only makes a fool of himself in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside us, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think it shameful to behave like that impotent lurkee!
Each morning, very early, before nightshift goes to sleep
I rise and find him lurking like a pathetic, lonely sheep;
Our lazy little shadow, like an arrant, vituperative undead
Has stayed up, vainly typing, ‘cause we live inside his head.
Bless You, My Dear!
And all of the rest of you here.
I bring you the definition of insanity:
~Easy
That is a masterpiece! 🤣🤣🤣🤣
your prose is impressive!!!
I must admit, the subject therein DOES get the words flowing, lol...