Promotions

Today I shall speak,

Or even rhyme,

As a blogger,

Who doesn’t earn a dime.

Is this something serious,

I guess so not,

I still haven’t gone mad sane,

Nor is my forehead hot.

The title says it all,

It’s about promotions,

Though I may include,

Some blogger notions.

The blog is our baby,

A showcase for our writing,

But the feeling runs deep,

‘Cause for every pageview we are fighting.

A comment is advice,

And followers are like Gods,

It brings tears of happiness,

When someone notices and applauds.

This is how we do it,

By sharing and spamming too,

The second verb is ignored,

By all, including me and you.

Topics new we find,

As the sun daily rises,

But contests are like sweets,

And we fight dirty for the prizes.

It’s our baby I say again,

A creation of beauty,

Letting the world know,

We thus feel is our duty.

Here I must end,

As my points are all over,

Wish I had thoughts some more,

To write on and to cover.

Alexa, Moz and Indi,

The ranks I never cared about,

But the ones that are talked off,

And they’ve left behind a rout.

Well it’s the words,

That mainly matter,

They can range from a short chat,

To even a long chatter.

I must depart,

With the promise to be back,

The problem is now more visible,

That more ideas in this I do lack.