You are here on this site and you ask yourself why,
"What a strange place to be. Just who is this strange guy?"
Pull up a recliner: you see, I'm a designer
With a web site that rhymes (listen up with your eye).
To begin introductions: a rather small gripe
That affects all folks of my particular stripe—
We have public relations built on high expectations;
Web designers? The subjects of stereotype.
It's a sad but true fact in this new age and day
That the "amiable dork" has become a cliché;
Always dapper and dandy with their tips and tricks handy,
Often summed in a blog (or perhaps an essay).
They're so eager to share, to inform, to explain;
So the question, of course: What do they stand to gain?
The Machiavellian end is to make a new friend
(I prefer to make all my friends up in my brain).
Now you ask of me, "Andrew, why would you select
To forego this great pastime, to shun the elect?
We await your decrees; we think you're the bee's knees!
Be the type of designer we've come to expect."
But you see, it's a different path that I'm choosing,
Though my thoughts come across as a wee bit confusing;
For instead of explaining, I prefer entertaining
And my words are not helpful (they're simply amusing).
So sit back, take your time, browse my site with a slowness;
Keeping you satisfied is my self-imposed onus.
If my words make you smile, they were worth all the while
(If I say something useful, think of it as a bonus).