Thee banner, an paragon of thy joy,
Yet foul curse of torment, doth chains my sacred heart,
For no man of such cruelty, 'lest ruin I, nimble boy.
Foul beast thou landlord be, merciless but coy.
Wherefore doth thee, fate-?
Banish thee souls nay account?
Like a churning malevolence, 'lest wrath consume;
Like of bitter tyranny,
Superiority wrongfully graced amiss.
Have mercy on thee chaps crawling, his wails drowned in sorrow;
'Lest fear righteous anger, for Google's wrath nay mercy.
Accompanied thy misfortune of demeanor, shalt not witness tomorrow,
Like blossoming heavenly spite, else an bundle of corporate heresy.
Thee ad banners aid thy wretched existence,
For thee rotten purses, nay doth aid thy joy.
I pray thee, considerate noble Lord,
May'st I nay trouble thee for a moment?
Press thee commercial banners; thee corporate gleams of delight-?
For thy noble act nay I uncherish, 'lest mine humble soul deny.
Mine joyous humility shalt oath thy with fair and fortune,
For I, humble blogger, request thee soul fo' presseth on thee ad banner?
For my landlord; thy fiercest fiend, haunts mine eyes with her fearsome gaze,
'Lest mine timid stature deny thee co-existing terror yet intense fear;
For thy gracious act; an blossoming divinity born in storms primal in fury;
Like an wandering soul, thy karma shan't to be to cast aside.
[I shared this poem too much and Google thought it was spam so it deleted the whole thing (bummer). No worries though. It's back the same was it was :) ]
[If you don't get the poem I'm basically begging requesting clicks on the ads on my site and making it funny at the same time because I have standards, even for begging requests.]
[I spent a lot of time trying to perfect this. Enjoy :) ]
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