Sometimes I Rhymes: Fans

Bryntin has, over the years, insulted his readership to a very high standard. He did think that a lot of his readers, who visited regularly and often left comments, were as thick skinned as he is, but there have been a few times over the past few months that he’s scanned over the likes avatars and thought to himself ‘Hmmm… haven’t seen x for a long time there…’ (Note: ‘x’ denotes a whole list of possible people. If Bryntin listed the actual list of people who didn’t come any more, he’d quickly run out of room.)

A few minutes ago, he was worried that they might be sensitive souls after all and that he has upset them all so well that they all decided to stop coming. Either that or they’ve got fed up waiting for anything entertaining to happen.

So anyway, he wrote a poem describing his thoughts on the matter, an emotional study of his soul which he thinks automatically qualifies it for ‘artistic and angst-ridden’ poetry status.

O where art thou superfan Wilt?
a regular visitor here,
you used to leave me nice comments,
and now we haven’t seen you all year

O where art thou Mr Oseberry 6?
first reader, a loyal regular
you don’t leave me likes any more
have I lost you to a competitor?

O where art thou superquick Rivergirl?
often the first to appear
when I posted some new (or old) rubbish
it was like you were scarily near

O where art thou nick c324?
a lovely man and that’s no mistake
have I been too obtuse for even you
or too odd with my knowing piss takes?

O where art thou all my old readers
the stalwarts of loyal Bryntin fans
did you get tired of what passes for wit around here
or is there a free bus tour around Kazakhstan?

Bryntin can highly recommend the cathartic nature of writing angst-ridden artistic poetry, particularly as now he’s written it he’s much more relaxed about where these missing followers have gone. Obviously, they’re probably all on a nice holiday together in Kazakhstan and there’s nothing to worry about..

Note: If you like what I wrote up there and, lets face it, it is quite unlikely but still possible, then why not press one of the buttons that shares it to other people you know?

Or of course, if you don’t want them to know you’ve enjoyed this, or just feel ashamed now and want to keep it to yourself, don’t. Feel free to leave a comment though, even if it’s just ‘Stop it, please!’

7 thoughts on “Sometimes I Rhymes: Fans”

    1. Well thank you for the accolade.
      (Is that an accolade? I’ll have a think about that…) and how do you do?
      I arrived at your place via a tweet share from one Mr Brian Lageose, a man given to visiting these parts on the odd occasion too. It’s probably something in the water.


  1. I’m not very good at poetry.
    I’m not very good at rhyme.
    I have been for a while tied up.
    Well not really, just busy.

    After re-reading the Xmas Carol re-write, it brought back memories of me guffawing out loud and realizing that there is some humor filtering through the insanity.

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    1. Thank you Mike, it of course is a tongue-in-cheek thing, as you probably well realise!
      The main thing, and I hope it is true, is that you are well. And you can still guffaw.

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  2. Lately, I haven’t been managing to keep up with everything and find new blogs and build my readership and respond to everything in a timely manner and make new content and just generally be in control of my life. But I try catch up on the important people, even if sometimes it’s a bit late, and I guess it’s working because I’m not in your poem.

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