5,000

Five thousand posts, inflicted here
Upon a stoic blogosphere,
Engorging this from years ago
By sixty-six per cent or so,
Have seen some change, and some the same,
While treating both to bile and blame.

My thanks to that exclusive crew
(Refined of taste, splendid though few),
Who drop in here to run their eyes
Along these brief scurrilities;
And, while in these unwonted ways
Of distributing grateful praise,
I also thank those bags of pus
(More famous and more numerous),
Those patriot politi-punks,
God-botherers and canting clunks,
Those forkers of the English tongue
With tons of Ho and piles of Gung,
Who'll never do one thing so well
As handing me matériel.

Thus onward to the thousand ten
(If anything's still here by then);
For I can only guarantee,
Upon this anniversary,
That future posts will try no less
In blaming and in biliousness.

Hallmark E. Greets