Light poem regaling obsession with WDC.
| Writing dot com is such a delight.
I'm on it all day and most of the night.
Sleep? HAH! Who needs it? I say at midnight,
Then back in the morning at my desk I alight.
Excitement runs rampant when I get a review.
And then I'll get email with a gift point or two.
I read and review lots of stories, it's true.
Sometimes I even nit-pick until I turn blue.
I used to be content with only a tome.
Now I sit at my desk like a silly yard gnome.
All over this site I constantly roam.
For I've found myself a comfy new home.
So WDC, you are my new toy,
From which I derive a boatload of joy.