I have nothing to say

So instead I'll write a poem that rhymes
Sam hasn't posted many times
He complains he has nothing to say
Yet he seems to never go away
Mother is faithful when she has to post
When I forget, she haunts me like a ghost
Maribeth tried to steal Saturday from me
If she had been successful, my wrath she would see
Father would rather facebook than blog
Or maybe he's busy playing with the dog
Netty posts if she's not busy with school
Or perhaps she's busy drinking and falling off her barstool

I'm out. Peace.