Part 4 of 4
Easton was dressed in a nice clothes ââ¬â not college-kid rags,
But his clothes were a cloud of Technorati tags.
His backpack was full of compliments for handing out freely,
He was a blogger, on a mad posting spree.
His words-how they tickled! His remarks, oh, how insightful!
He could devise a surprise that was truly delightful!
Blogtipping was a phenomena, an artistââ¬â¢s creation!
Throughout the blogdom, blogtipping was now an occasion.
Yet Easton, the Blogtipping Man, didnââ¬â¢t know,
That bloggtipping day, we wait for him to show.
We know heââ¬â¢ll come to leave that one comment,
To say that he saw it. We wait to see what he says!
He slides into the comment box leaving a word,
And next thing you know, only laughter is heard!
Easton says: ââ¬ÅGood job. I guess, itââ¬â¢s all in the wrist,ââ¬Â
And you wonder, Where does that guy get lines like this?
Then he springs to his blog, to his fans gives that smile,
And heââ¬â¢s gone before you can say, ââ¬ÅCome back in awhile.ââ¬Â
But I saw him post once in very tiny, fine print,
“I love blogs. I love blogging. I love bloggers!
(and I just made you squint)”
–ME “Liz” Strauss
See Parts 1, 2, and 3 at:
Part 1 at Manage To Change
Part 2 at Converstations
Part 3 at Make It Great!