Monday, April 4, 2011

Fan mail from some flounder?

Not from a flounder at all, actually — whatever that even means — but one of my most devoted blog-readers. Still I couldn’t resist tarting up this post by using the phrase. Know where it comes from? Here’s a clue.

Anyway. Today I did get fan mail of a sort, clearly intended to be sung to the tune of "Norwegian Wood." I suppose it’s more epitaph than epigram, but I’m taking a compliment where I can find it, okay? Here’s what I got:

you had a blog
or should I say, once it had you.

friends from the bog
often stopped by,
commented too.

I think you were coping with bosses you wished you could roast.
You work for yourself now and never have time left to post.

Now nobody reads
new posts from Mead
this bird is freed.

la la la la
la la la la
la la la la.

In case you’d like to sing along, here’s something Fabulicious for your edification…

…along with my promise (yet again and not for the last time) to post more soon.

1 comment:

col ceathair said...

The Liverpudians look very young here.