It’s lonesome away, while your writing and all
By the screen glow at night, where the cursor does call
But there’s nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear
As a blog with no posts for a whole friggin year
Now the public is anxious for the quote to come
Something witty and warm that won’t make them run
The data’s gone all cranky and the engine’s acting queer
Oh what a terrible blog with not a thing for a year