A Christmas Post (With Rhyming)

A timid sentence on the tip of my tongue,
If I word it too soon I'll be jumping the gun
Yet if I state it to late it then it may not relate,
So I'll post it in a little blog, and let what's done be done.

Yes today, my torrenting, commenting friends,
I'll be speaking in rhyme and I'll hope you'll attend
To this wonderfully lyrical, satirical ball
Where I express my opinion on life, the world and all.

Yes the rhyming scheme's irregular and the meters rarely fit.
But it beats some proseless, senseless script, so I shout -"to hell with it!"
Not literally though, I'll have you know, because that would be strange.

So anyhow, I'll answer now, to the question on your lips,
Why is it that I converse in verse? Have I finally lost my grip?
Is this fanciful post a literary boast? In short: well.... yeah I guess.
But trust me there's more, and so I'll show you the score -if you don't mind reading the next bit.

For many a week, my blog has been bare- as I'm sure you might know,
And as apology posts are thin and spare I thought I'd give it go
A little something to show I care, plus, I'm sure you find this too,
No matter what curses, complaints or taboos, the limerick can't fail to look cute.

Now that I've just got in to the sway,
I'm afraid I have nothing to say.
A cheesy festive sign-off line is on call,
So Merry Christmas you slags, one and all.
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