stopping by the blogs on a snowy evening

Whose blog this is, I think I know

Her post was in the village though

She will not see me stopping here

To watch her thoughts fill up with dough.

My MacIntosh must think it dear

To see "before" and "after" here

Between the fat and skinny pics

The darkest blogger of the year.

She gives her refresh button a shake

To ask if there's been some mistake

The only only sounds the sweep

of  crusty bread about to bake.

The blogs are hungry, dark and keep

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to walk before I sleep

And miles to walk before I sleep.


With all the usual apologies and fontleroy...