How Do I Love Thee, [Google Reader,] Let Me Count The Ways
by anna on August 21, 2008
You organize all of my blogs in this
Tidy list, save me time and spare me clicks
Nimbly you help me wade through all my picks Some of which I adore, some I could miss.
A level playing field it is, a list
Free from smoke, mirrors, and the other tricks
That distract from content, are meant to fix
My esteem, which they might rightfully miss.
RGB tedium, boatloads of pink
Too many columns, too many I say!
Better to read black on white, don’t you think?
Save your begging for a real rainy day!
All absent now, save I follow a link,
WAIT. People use it for me, too? THYS!
(Ok, I know the rhyme scheme is fucked up in that last line. Poetic license.)
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My name is Anna. I like to blog. ABDPBT is a creative effort at understanding my experience as a wife, mother, recovering academic, popular culture enthusiast, satirist, and unrepentant fake American.