Oh Danny boy, the kitties, the kitties are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling
It’s you, it’s you, to pimp your blog and we must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
And we’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, we zot you so.
Bloggers pimping now
Viking Kitties on the prowl
The smell of ozone.
/haiku