The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Itty Bitty Blogger shoots; and, feeling vexed,
She cannot figure how her cell should Text
Not camera post: nor Tweeter Twit
Fights back the fears that bubble next.
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder