A pome for my readers

If Yorkshire Pudding can be a self-confessed poemoholic, I can at least give it the old college try:

A Blogger’s Lament
by rhymeswithplague (1941 - )

My posts are a-growin’,
But my comments are slowin’,
And soon there may be none at all.
I’ve an urge to keep writin’
But the fish are not bitin’;
I might as well talk to the wall.

My blog is a-waxin’,
My audience wanin’,
Just like that old moon up above.
I’ll still keep on sharin’
Though few seem a-carin’;
They have other people to love.

So I sit here a-pinin’
While my blog is declinin’,
Perhaps people think I have germs;
I don’t know what they’re thinkin’
But their thinkin’ is stinkin’;
I’ll go outside now and eat worms.

(End of pome)

I don’t know why, but those three extremely clever little stanzas (if I do say so myself), which just seemed to create themselves in about five minutes flat, have put me in mind of a song the members of our high school band used to sing while riding on the band bus to our school’s football games:

“Nobody likes me,
Everybody hates me,
I’m gonna eat some worms.
Long, slicky, slimy ones;
Short, fat, and grimy ones;
Itsy-bitsy, fuzzy-wuzzy worms.”

(End of song)

We also sang “Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall” and “Helen had a steamboat” but they are obviously off-topic.

Really, where else are you going to read posts like these?