What does it take to write a post?
A lot more than you think,
To give my all -- or at least my most,
Would drive most girls to drink

Blogging is for me a space,
To rant and rage galore,
Getting up in mayhem's face,
Doth take a posting whore

But at-home-moms do not have time,
To do things that they like,
Let alone spend hours online,
Coming up with useless tripe

I often ponder velcro walls,
As a way to find more time,
If done just right the kids won't fall,
And all would be just fine

Perhaps a nanny with a hat,
And petticoat to boot,
Could threaten softly with a bat,
...No, that wouldn't suit

I just want to find more time to write,
Instead of wishing it,
For mommy time I shouldn't fight,
Or need to throw a fit

I tell the boys that blogging,
Helps mommy stay quite calm,
So we can avoid flogging,
And other outlets that are wrong

But of course they never listen,
Being my boys after all,
And my sweat it starts to glisten,
And my head bangs on the wall

And I'm really getting twitchy,
And my eyes go really wide,
And I'm feeling rather bitchy,
And disquieted inside

So instead of velcro walling,
Or considering a flog,
I write this poem I'm calling,
"Why I can never seem to blog"