
Way down south down San Antone way
Met a cowboy writin’ one day
And as he wrote along
I heard him singin’ a little song
It was a ditty he learned in the city
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Move along Move along little users
Move along be on your way
Move along Move along little users
He led them to WordPress to stay
Singin’ a WordPress Boogie his own way
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Singin’ his song he is too much
Got a Texas accent with a WordPress touch
A blog is what you need
Got everything yes indeed
Singin’ a WordPress Boogie his own way
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The Daily Spur writing exercise March 24: “Write an alliteration”.
I chose to write about some of my favorite blogging buddies – with deepest respect. ![]()
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Brilliant Bonnie Beth bought bananas in Battle Creek.
Britta Benson babbled, bragged and boasted about her bold braininess.
Foolish Fandango fried fresh fish in Florida.
Gifted and giddy ghostmmnc got good grades in grammar school.
Strong smart sincere Sadje started shouting and screaming sweet salutations.

I
love you
more each day
soon we will wed
sharing marriage vows
next comes a bridal bed
forever there we will rest
In our beautiful little nest
a wee baby sleeping on my breast
I love you more each day soon we will wed


I’m under a tree all by myself
with my beautiful picture book
I invite you now to sit right down
and with me have a little look
Together we’ll turn the pages
enjoy each one by one
Lovely places we will visit
and have such wonderful fun
On Roman roads we’ll travel
the Tower of Pisa up we will climb
Learn about historical locations
without paying one silver dime
Happily we will smile
as we sail up and down the Nile
Time spent at the pyramids
will make it well worth our while
When we finish we’ll close the book
staying under the tree for shade
To eat cake and cookies
while sipping sweet lemonade


I sat across from an empty chair
Yet I still saw you sitting there
I filled your plate with pork and beans
But you had left me so it seems
I wondered why you went and where

You approached a window I saw you peak in
With gray whiskers all over your chin
I threw the beans into the trash
When in your hands I viewed some cash
At the races you finally did win

Into the house you did slink
Tossing the money on the kitchen sink
You stacked the bills into many piles
And on my face came dozens of smiles
For now I could buy a coat of mink

One night Lady Sighs had a great urge
To perform a funeral dirge
Those hearing her voice
Had only one choice
And soon her song they did purge

My heart is sadly beating
On me you have been cheating
Our love is ever fleeting
You are a wicked evil fiend
My eyes are forever crying
To love you I’ve been trying
But to me you’ve been a lying
You are a diabolical vile fiend
My skin is always twitching
Me you’re ever bewitching
For a new love I am itching
You are an unholy heinous fiend
My thoughts are nerve-racking
My bag I’ll soon be packing
‘Cause you I’m now a sacking
You are a cunning dreadful fiend
Stroll with me way back when I was seventeen
I loved doing The Stroll I was the dancing queen
I searched for a YouTube video showing a popular dance called The Stroll. When I saw the first couple strolling I was shocked because the girl looked exactly like me. Of course it wasn’t me. Of course it isn’t me.

This is the couple in the video

A girl friend and I are practicing The Stroll in a music shop where we worked. I am on the left.
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