I would write the blog

(It's a labour of log)

But instead I am going to StAnza


I would walk the dog

And unclog the bog

But instead I am going to StAnza


On Sundays I hog

The bed, then slog,

But today I am going to StAnza


Whether snow or snog

This fog is prologue

To a Sunday agog

At StAnza. . . .