Setting aside (at last - sort of) the woes of my days,
I am delighted to report that I have had my evil ways,
With the computer software installation,
And set it up for minimal infestation,
By wanderers of Trojan harms
So I am alerted with many alarms,
To all attempts of corruption
Of my new toy.
I seem to have run out of rhymes,
Because I am having the best of times.
Whose blog is this anyway?
Should I run away,
Before I am found out,
and beaten to a pulp.
There it happened again
No more rhyming,
So I will abstain,
Wow is this ever insane? I'll,
Stop now before I became banal.