I guess it was the iambic pentameter comment earlier that set this off: ObWi does have a definite poetical flavor to it. Or maybe doggerel - not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.
Hear me, o Muse. No, wait, a problem there
That weighs upon our blogs with leaden strain;
For in that wondrous realm of fancies fair
There lives no Muse to take us all in train.
We love the stately dance of history
Yet Clio's waltz oft chafes upon our souls
And though 'tis good to breathe in poetry
The rhymer's fire and sight are not our goals.
And yet I will entreat some kindly Muse
To show pity at our orphaned, bloggish state
And come down from Heaven, should she choose,
To give us links to inner fires great.
May our Muses arrive, and our souls freed
For majestic new bloggings. Heh. Indeed.