Blogging

My mother was felled by a log,
and my father got bit by a dog.
My sister was sick,
then my brother got rick-
ets, and grandma succumbed to the smog.

My grandfather swallowed a frog,
and my wife fell neck-high in a bog.
My sister-in-law
had a spat with a saw,
and her husband was mauled by a hog.

The twins both went mad in the fog
and thought they were Gog and Magog.
But I cared not a lot,
not a tittle or jot -
I could post it all up on my blog!

So all of you bloggers, beware.
If disaster strikes, do not despair.
When tragedy knocks,
don't call up the doc's -
just blog it with finesse and flair.