Upon this pixelated shore of memes,
washed black with pornos, posts, and trollish tides,
steps bold your hostess- true she is no gem
of pith or wit, yet still she has her pride.
And pride it is, to yield one's opined thoughts
the digital stage to tread in a blog,
and presuppose the contents not be rot,
better suited for burning or the bog.
Still, your poor hostess offers to the mass
of online peoples these her essays small,
and begs you not to think her a pure ass
when humor, intellect, and poem fall.
Tarry a while, read on, and may you bless
Petrarchan nonsense from the Sonnetress.
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