Don't let your daughter write a blog

They say that blogger are sad, lonely people who sit all day in front of a computer in their underpants.

Well, I can't speak for others, but fully clothed, I shall copy something from The Independent. Without permission, I should say, but they're a liberal newspaper, so I guess they won't mind.

(after Noel Coward)

Don't let your daughter write blog, Mrs Worthington,

Don't let your daughter write a blog!

The web is overcrowded and no-one gives a toss

About her views on the latest news

Or how she plays lacrosse.

Her holiday snaps of her with chaps are charming, I suppose,

But honestly, scrolling down the screen won't leave the world agog.

I repeat, Mrs Worthington, sweet Mrs Worthington,

Don't let your daughter write a blog.

Don't let your daughter write a blog, Mrs Worthington,

Don't let your daughter write a blog.

I know that she's getting a lot of hits, and it would be unkind

To say that a kick or a blow from a stick

Is more what I had in mind.

And though the whole world is doing it, it's surely rather de trop -

I've got all I need every time that I read when I'm sitting on the bog.

So please, Mrs Worthington - Jeez, Mrs Worthington!

Don't let your daughter write a blog!

Don't let your daughter write a blog, Mrs Worthington!

Don't let your daughter write a blog.

They say it's the future of literature,but it won't make her wealthy,

And this solitary vice is simply not nice

And also rather unhealthy.

Her opinions stink, so why should we link to her solipsistic rants?

The Web, perforce, is now a dead horse that everyone wants to flog.

So nice Mrs Worthington - Christ, Mrs Worthington!

Don't let your daughter write a blog!

By the way, I don't read The Independent, or The Guardian for that matter. Honestly. Someone gave me it.