My Blogging Buddies
As I have blogged over the past few years gone by,
I had a few buddies as I wrote sitting here on the fly.
That have shown up in my blogs looking so fine,
Keeping me company as I wrote my rhyming lines.
My Blogging Buddies
I first had a nice monkey that was round like a ball,
That I called “Pork Monkey” standing so very tall,
As he propped my iPad up so I could see it all.
He was a good blogging buddy when he didn’t fall.
“Fat Nose Ape” then did take Pork Monkey’s place,
To hold my iPad as I blogged up very close to my face.
Fat Nose was a little too flat to do a real good job,
So I used his fat rump which was kind of like a blob.
Then I found “Tigger”who was just perfect for old Hawg Jaw,
As he was flat on bottom with round sides and no paws.
He didn’t roll off me when I blogged during the day.
But alas, Zack liked him and took Tigger home to play.
Soon I found old “Droopy Dog” to blog with me a while,
Who would sit on my leg as I blogged at home in style.
Kind of leaning forward just a bit as his eyes looked up,
I thought I had found a perfect iPad holding lap pup.
Those animal buddies of mine helped me a lot over time,
Holding my iPad up as I wrote those poems that did rhyme,
Freeing my left hand to relax laying on over to the side,
To heal my carpal tunnel that in my left wrist did reside.
My early blogging buddy was our dog named Cutsie,
Who used to sit in my easy chair keeping me company,
As I wrote my blog on my iPad sitting comfortably,
Sometimes rubbing her ears soothing both her and me.
When I went to see the Wirz family down Frisco way,
I always had Zack as a buddy on iPad writing day.
We got comfortable in a easy chair as we did our thing,
As I wrote my blog and Zack played games with a zing.
When Ben and Sarah came to visit when my wrist did ache,
They would keep me company as I took a little break,
Being my good buddies making me feel so very fine,
Encouraging me to finish all my blog lines that rhyme.
I found a new buddy to hold my iPad as I write my song,
Just recently that I call “Golden Boy” as I write on along.
I can scratch his neck and he lays as still as can be,
Making a perfect soothing holder that really pleases me.
Old Golden Boy fits right in as I am often here all alone,
And I don’t even have to feed him any meat or a bone.
He sits there so soft with that big old smile on his face,
And he never craps on the floor giving me a red face.
Thanks for reading My Blogging Buddies,