Sunday, February 26, 2023

The Ruby Rose Report: A Warning from Mr Blogger



Ruby turned in her latest report last night: Here is your copy.

I am blessed to become part of a blogging family.

It is a privilege to provide humor and heartwarming stories to our friends. When caretaking of it was passed on to me, I was told to protect the blog. It is my family legacy, like the Yellowstone ranch, but with fewer horses,

That is why I was shocked that our blog had a warning message. I could not figure out why and required representation to fight this scurrilous charge.

She arranged a meeting with Mr. Blogger, a canary who oversees blogs for the Google Dynasty, and their patriarch Barney.

At the meeting, Foley demanded to know why there was a warning on the blog she had created. When Foley pressed for what was said, Mr. Blogger pulled up the blog.

It was the Poetry Thursday blog. I had been given a photo of an older woman holding a rolling pin. “It is the last two lines,” Mr. Blogger said. Foley read them.

“You mean when she wrote….”

“Don’t!” Mr. Blogger shouted. “If either of us says it, then I will ache to censor myself, which had been outlawed, at least in the red states.”

Foley, a believer in the freedom to bark, was incensed that our freedom to speak was being curbed. “It was just a joke, which, according to the comments, people found funny.”

“We have to protect our readers. Someone could do damage to themselves because of your sister’s poem.” When Foley asked why Mr. Blogger said, “pee hole splinters, my aunt had it. She landed on a branch wrong. Two months later, she hatched wooden eggs.”

“Well, we don’t have many bird readers.”

“I disagree; birds often read your blog to relax before they poop on your mom’s windshield.”

“Well, regardless,” an increasingly peeved Foley said. “It’s not like she lied, began an insurrection, and almost overthrew the government.”

“Oh, that’s allowed and a real profit driver for us.”

Foley sighed. “I promise if you remove the warning from the blog, I will ensure this young pup doesn’t write anything wrong.

“But what about my bawdy limericks?” I asked.

Foley put the kibosh on them.

The matter of our appeal is under advertisement. When a decision is made, a bird will poop the decision on our car.

And they say I am a dirty writer.

Next Poetry Thursday, I am rhyming “sedition” with “nocturnal emission.”


15 comments:

  1. So sorry tbey put a warning on your blog we hope they dont stop youyour blogs tbey make our day

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  2. Oh Ruby, Mr Blogger is an idiot!!

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  3. mr. blogger is a canary? now we know why some things are like they are ...

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  4. Hard to know whether to laugh or cry over this incident. With all the awful stuff out there on the internet, but Google/Blogger apparently can't see a joke (and a funny one at that) when it's staring them in the eye. Context is everything, I guess.

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  5. Blogger/Google sure can be a party pooper. We thought your poem was very funny. They must train their AI to better recognize jokes and not take everything so seriously.

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  6. Shame on Mr. Blogger. Just saying.

    Have a woof woof day and week, Ruby Rose. My best to your mom. ♥

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  7. Well...ain't that a kick in the nuggies, Ruby!

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  8. Sheesh...We loved your poem Ruby!!
    xoxo,
    Rosy & Sunny

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  9. Ruby Rose I am so sorry your were picked on/singled out by Mr. B.
    There is no explaining how some things are allowed and others are not.
    Hugs cecilia

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  10. What was Mr. Blogger thinking?? I didn't see that post but just went back to read it. Anyone can see it was a fun poem. Keep up the good work and don't let B intimidate you.

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  11. We don't really get mad here, we just try to be thankful that they are still here with us and that makes it all seem okay.

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  12. Our pals blogs is the only interaction we have with google, we de-googled a couple of years ago and won't even use their search engine.

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  13. Mr Blogger is obviously a trumpet. Tell him to get a life.

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