Grouch

[lnr]

The thing I hate about this sort of cold is the hour you spend each morning coughing up the night's accumulated crud. I feel vile at the moment, but I suspect that by the tiem I get to work I'll be fine. I certainly was OK (if shattered) most of yesterday. It's just really annoying that you have to wait so long before you can tell if you really are fit for work or not.

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[ewx.livejournal.com]

Eleanor ribbets, you know.

Don't kill me....

[geekette8.livejournal.com]

but the words "Eleanor ribbets, you know" caused the following to spontaneously type itself into my keyboard. I tried to stop it, yer'onner, but I just couldn't! (Sorry about the odd stress on "Kettlewell", and sorry the whole thing sounds quite depressing! It wasn't meant to sound that way :-))

(To the obvious tune)

Ah, look at all the LJ entries!
Ah, look at all the LJ entries!

Eleanor ribbets, posts a reply in her blog
Where a comment has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the 'puter, refreshing the page
Seeking comments or entries from friends
Where will it end?

All the LJ entries, who do they all come from?
All the LJ entries, where do they all belong?

Richard Kettlewell, writing the words of an entry
That no one will see
Everyone's busy
Look at him writing, typing his thoughts in the night
When there's nobody there, what does he care?

All the LJ entries, who do they all come from?
All the LJ entries, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the LJ entries!
Ah, look at all the LJ entries!

Re: Don't kill me....

[lnr]

I like it, though I'm amazed you managed to get "ribbet" and "blog" into the same filk without unavoidably rhyming the latter with "frog"