It’s amazing how you come sniff at my blog

In the way that they say like a turd draws a dog

Why you choose to visit again and again

Try as I might I can never explain

     The bile on my page lets me know that you read me

     The tone of your words often crass, always seedy

     The mark of a man who is little but wants to be tall

     But you’d say it best if you said nothing at all.

My Granny said this as I well recall

“If you can’t say it’s nice then say nothing at all”

So take your impoliteness and unpleasant vitriol

Then look to where the sun don’t shine and …

…keep it to yourself.

The bile on my page lets me know that you read me

You tell me everything that I write is shite

But spend hours on my blog posting all night

I’ll try to explain it as best as I can

I reckon that it’s got to be…

                              …you’re My Biggest Fan.

     The bile on my page lets me know that you read me