The gauntlet has been thrown, the die has been cast.
Which one would lead, who would last.
To blog in rhyme, that is the task,
I will set back and watch, me and my flask.
Debily started blogging while some people dozed,
Ole RC may not know hit him. He is so totally hosed.
I do not understand this Suessian meter, just feet and inches.
I had to ponder all of this outside amongst the benches.
Good luck to both of you, both with Master’s degrees.
While you are inside typing, I will be out with the trees.
I have no gift for rhyme, I are an Aggie of course.
Where they create Aggiecrete, rock that is porous.
It is time to leave, so I must say goodbye,
before my boss stabs me in the heart.
I’m so screwed.
Your prose is sincere, a valiant effort at best,
You’ve certainly gotten a good start on your quest.
And I applaud you.