Wow, a blog.  Blog rhymes with bog, a mire that accumulates peat.

I guess that’s neat but blogs are as common as feet, few make you think.

Most blogs stink, and so do most feet so I guess I should retreat.

Faint hearts win not fair ladies, nor proliferate great thought.

Well maybe, perhaps it’s worth a shot, or possibly all for not, unless it makes me think.

Ideas grow and so must be fed the ramblings in my head.

At least it’s worth a nod… which kind of rhymes with blog.