As I Stopped By the Blogosphere on a Snowy Night: A Poem for A Child

Come and take my hand, my dear
As I lead you through the blogosphere!

The path, as such, is ill-tread
With twists and turns that you will dread.

First, a word on what you must beware
As you take these fledgling steps with care.

There's gossip trash of the lowest grade
Where reputations are lost - and alas! - are made.

There's political musings by nincompoops
Where inane, circular logic simply hula hoops.

And be careful of the comments of the rabble
which degenerate all too quickly into a Tower of Babel.

And don't be seduced by rampant crassness and vulgarity
Innocence and imagination are much more dear to me.

Oh, you must step lightly, my little child
For through that portal is a great wild.

But - lo! - there are some things for which we can rejoice
That rare, compelling, and sensible voice.

The bond which, if you're lucky, you might find
With distant people of a similar mind.

Or even those of different tastes
But who are civilized members of our human race.

Who from shores both distant and near
Speak gently and deserve your ear.

But it will be cold, so wear your cardigan
And check each day with guardtheguardian!