Once upon a time
In the land of nursery rhyme
Lived a lass by the name of Bloggerella.
Between the dishes that she washed
And the tomatoes that she squashed
She wrote all about her imaginary fella.
On her pad she spilled a tale
Of a prince who could not fail.
He defeated every dragon with his force.
His green eyes shone in the eve.
Had muscles you can’t believe
And of course he came equipped with one white horse.
Such was the life of Bloggerella
Spending day after day down in her cellar.
Her writing smudged a bit with tears
Told of her passions and her fears.
But there was no-one else around who might come tell her.
So she died a poor old maid.
‘Twas the price the poor soul paid
And for centuries there was nothing more to write.
Till a man named Samual Twitt
Purchased the village, yes every bit
And beneath the shopping mall ancient writings came to light.
Now she’s featured on the web
She’s much retweeted and world read
And there’s a man who hides behind the name Bloggerella.
Today he has no need of a mask
He has a laptop for the task
And I hear there’s even talk of a novella.