Enslaved by Busyness: A Epic of a Wayward Blogger

1 Not so long ago, in the town WordPress

2 Lived a teacher who dreamed of being more

3 During the summer vacation he planned

4 To once more become an adventurer

5 For though he loved his students so dearly

6 He longed for a great life of excitement

7 And committing heroic acts for all

8 Whether saving damsels from fates horrid

9 Or slaying evil beasts of all sizes

10 And writing about all his mighty deeds

11 So he prepared to adventure once more

12 This time not letting distractions derail

13 His focus and zeal to go and explore

14 While he attempted such things many times 

15 Each time he returned to life as before

16 Never having the energy to last

17 More than a couple of months at his best

18 For while his heart was pure, his body failed

19 Always weighed with responsibility

20 Demands called him back from adventuring

21 This time would be different however

22 Wiser and more committed than ever

23 Our man developed a much better plan

24 Pacing himself and setting up smart goals

25 He was more motivated than ever

26 As he set out to live his lifelong dream

27 Of poetry and prose for history

28 All would know his name and his fantasies

29 Etched in annals for antiquity

30 Nothing would stop him from his destiny

31 All was well through the summer months so warm

32 With students out of school at home to play

33 He began his adventuring posthaste

34 Was off to a glorious beginning

35 His spirits high as he traveled the land

36 Gaining ever more followers around

37 While citizens of WordPress expressed likes

38 Swelling the man’s heart with encouragement

39 He believed he finally found it all  

40 The call that pulled at his spirit so strong

41 Alas, the students beaconed him return

42 His children desired he coach their team

43 Now hours of time used for adventure

44 Was instead used to instruct the children

45 And his adventures slowed as he tired

46 When before he had tales, now he had snores

47 The energy he had slowly destroyed

48 And his heart forgot the call of the wild

49 Though his spirit would one day stir anew

50 These days he digs deep merely to get through

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