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

NIK

A blogger-dame there was of old,

A shining star she was by day.

Her blog green with a riches untold,

In her posts she had a lot to say.

Her hair was long, her limbs white,

And fair she was and free.

And in the wind she went as light,

As flower of the pear tree.

There was an glitter in her gaze,

And a light upon her hair.

As if the sun poured golden rays,

On sweet Nik fair.

Hail Nik, royal maiden rare,

Slender as steel-blade, strong and fair.

Flame upon the field of battle,

Making enemies tremble, quake and rattle.

This verse (if you want to call it a verse) is part of a fictitious fantasy that I'm trying to weave around the online personas of a few blogger pals I have met recently. I want to call this fantasy...

The MAGNIK Chronicles.

Paparazzi!!!

What do u think when you look at this??

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

You'd be like Heaven to touch.

I wanna hold you so much.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive.

You're just too good to be true.

Can't take my eyes off you.

But take a look at the real picture...

Paparazzi.. at their best!!!