HTML Addiction

I've spent entire days and many a long hour
creating pages with that HTML power.
Why, I've truly become so addicted,
I'd say every part of me is afflicted.

At my computer for hours I sit
I just can't seem to ever quit
clicking and typing, occasionally
moaning...
As through the editor once more
I am roaming!

My mouse hand is sore, my back's
about to break,
but one last trip through the editor
I just have to make.
It sure is good that you can't see me,
for one big mess you'd surely see.

I've been sitting so long my backside
is numb.
To most folks I'm sure this seems
quite dumb.
I owe it all to this one little affliction...
simply stated, it's the "HTML Addiction."

Now, I have introduced this addiction to
my brother.
And soon I do believe it will even pass on to
my mother.
Of this one thing though I am quite sure...
For the HTML addiction there simply is
no cure!

Beware!!! if you want a website too...
This HTML addiction just might catch you!

My hubby in the middle of the night...

This poem was written by my lovely sis,
(Martha Franks)
"Thank you martha for this ever so true poem"

© Martha Franks Sept. 29, 1999

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