Monday, April 14, 2008

I watched the Wooden One weave its web
From tiny little bits of silver thread
It grew into a marketing masterpiece.

In awe I saw it catch a lot of flies
And while I watched them slowly die
It became wrapped up in ego delights.

The master stored his pieces of gold away
To be cashed in on another day
When it hungered for a treat.

This blog has caused a lot of problems so It runs out to repair the rips
That a newbies had made near the end of its trip
And the Wooden One's new home had been broken.

Fascinated I continued to watch
As it darted out each time to change it's catch
Its hall of fame, MAW letters and remove all claims.

Every time the blog vibrated
The Wooden One appeared and deliberated
Over what the latest update would become.

Raindrops now falling from the overhead cloud
The Wooden One checks the web; he's very house proud
And finds the web now dripping with crystal jewels.

The rain has stopped, the sun has appeared
And to the web I found i've neared
To see the amazing light display.

What a perfect hour i've just spent
Watching them dance in the wind and become content
And seeing the delights of nature unfolding.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Interesting, all mention and links to MAW and any other charities are now gone. I wonder if MAW told WCCI that they didn't want to be associated any longer with the group. Even GB's Rolling Hills charity is now gone. Boy this group sure nows how to slash and burn and leave a wake of bodies behind it.