dord (dôrd), n. density of mind; chiefly exhibited by one who attempts to demonstrate supposed knowledge --adj. dord'ish


Ode on a Boring Blog

Thou still unceasing tide of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and Slow Mind,
Mental historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than thy archives;
What brilliance-tinged thoughts haunt about thy drafts
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
Who can say whether any shall escape?
What mental lapse is this? What empty thought?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to put forth?
What types the fingers? What? ...

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Blogger The Stranger said...

What indeed? Although your blog is far from boorish.

12/03/2008 10:43 PM

Blogger Laedelas Greenleaf said...

Hahaha. "Who can say whether any shall escape?"

Your blog may suffer from inactivity, my friend, but it is hardly boring :-)

Regaling Eagles Aloft, Plundering Egrets!

12/05/2008 9:10 PM

Blogger Jason said...

Okay, if no one guessed at it already... for full disclosure, this poem is a parody. (I'm afraid that, when it comes to songs and poetry, I can do nothing else).

Can anyone name the piece (and author) I ripped off?

12/27/2008 10:42 PM


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