Part 4 of 4
Easton was dressed in a nice clothes Ã¢â¬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 artistÃ¢â¬â¢s creation!
Throughout the blogdom, blogtipping was now an occasion.
Yet Easton, the Blogtipping Man, didnÃ¢â¬â¢t know,
That bloggtipping day, we wait for him to show.
We know heÃ¢â¬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: Ã¢â¬ÅGood job. I guess, itÃ¢â¬â¢s all in the wrist,Ã¢â¬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 heÃ¢â¬â¢s gone before you can say, Ã¢â¬ÅCome back in awhile.Ã¢â¬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