Oh dear.

Big Blogger is a despicable man
He makes me want to cry.
Before you say that you're a fan
Just let me tell you why.

He's here, he's there - he's everywhere
He's even under my bed.
He watches as I wash my hair -
He's doing in my head.

Today we have to write some prose
A talent that I lack.
I'd rather stare at people's toes
Than give this go a hack.

I think I'm going slightly mad
By brain is going to pop.
I think you will be very glad
When I say it's time to stop.