MAG

Oh there are many rhymes unsung,

When the world was still young,

And the forests and glades green,

And shameless "blog-vertising" unseen.

And then Mag was born and walked around,

And his blog with madness he drowned.

The winds of lunacy inspired him,

Escaping his wit, there were chances slim.

O the Great Mag was an Insane thing,

whom every blogger was cursing.

He wandered on Blogger and wordpress strands,

Way beyond mere mortal lands.

His posts were long, his posts were keen,

His insane blog from afar was seen.

All the stars populating the heaven,

Were mirrored in his words silvern.

This verse is the second part of the fictitious fantasy that I'm trying to weave around the online personas of a few blogger pals I have met recently... part of

The MAGNIK Chronicles