Tonight I decided to write a rap about my 365 Day Blogging Project 🙂
“Personal Pot of Gold”
Day seventy-three, what a long way, look at travellin’ me,
I’m amblin’ free with every page that I add to this personal history.
This blog is my Listerine that keeps my metaphorical teeth clean,
An eager fruit stand, it’s so peachy keen.
My boat is pounding the H20, I’m hitting these waters
Internet therapy couch, so cathartic for bloggers,
Look what I’ve started, around the world in three hundred and sixty five days,
I must be making money, cuz how a post at a time pays.
Enjoying the sun’s fine rays, I just apply my brain
I trust in my train of thought and ride it all the way
to the top of the hill, the greatest spot I can take!
I’m killin this artistry, move over William Blake!
So bake me a cake and fill it with inspiration,
And give me my daily supply of creation,
Cuz this elation has definitely caught ahold,
I’ve found my personal pot of gold,
This gimmick has not gotten old,
Why not be bold? Why not take this
opportunity? It’s lunacy to topple and fold.
We all were told that we are capable of greatness,
Why sit on the waitlist? You can make this today, Chris!
If I can, you can, So like Tucan Sam, “Follow my nose!”
And follow my prose, through all that it goes
through as my blog grows, God Only Knows
What’d I’d do without this job that I chose
That I gave myself, with the power to create with stealth,
like the greatest wealth, every day I’m helped
with my faith in self-expression that will never lesson
without question my destiny that progressed in me
until I said “Yes” to this blessing, without stressing
or second-guessing I’m progressing, I’m not messing
this is the best thing I’ve created since first grade
when I played with the crayons all day
I’m able to say, this is the stablest way
to liberate yourself from the pain and dismay
that comes from not being able to say
what is on your mind, not too kind
to stop your light when it wants to shine,
So I’ve got mine and it’s fine!
No need to whine, so sionara
Cuz that’s the end of my line