Bill blogs as an honest Man, for a that
When idly govin' whyles we saunter,
Yirr, fancy posts awa' we canter
Upstream, download, till some mishanter,
Some black blog-hole,
Arrests us, then the scathe an' banter
We're forced to thole.
Hale be your heart! hale be your fiddle!
Lang may your keyboard jink and diddle,
To cheer you through the weary widdle
O' this wild flat warl'
Until you on a crummock driddle
A gray-hair'd carl.
(poem is my 21st Century adaptation of Epistle to Major Logan)