I Love You, Let’s Meet

Hi, JohnG here. Again. Even the Smothers Brothers and Flip Wilson had to step down from their summer replacement soapboxes at some point, and my time is nigh. Virginia returns anon, so allow me to bid you good morrow, and offer my thanks to you dear readers, rock-roofed and all, for your forbearance. Perhaps the following will soften the blow of my departure:

A substitute boy wrote the blog.
The readers? Completely agog.
While demanding attention, there’s something to mention:
His word count is that of a hog!

And news of Virginia’s triumphant return from writers’ camp precedes her:

Her publisher’s named Little, Brown;
Their imprint’s a thing of renown.
And to our Virginia, quoth they, “It was in ya:
Your book’s just the Talk of the Town!”

To my chagrin, I didn’t manage to get the audiovisual spectacular patched in to the blog this week (sorry V.) but please do stop, look and listen for it in weeks to come. For the time being, I’m headed back under my rock. It’s cool and damp there, perfect for writing limericks.