Happy Birthday to Bloody Cake News

With apologies to Tolkien and to Gimli and especially to Agnes, I butchered one of my favourite Lord of the Rings excerpts to craft this birthday tribute to Bloody Cake News for tomorrow, Sunday 7th September.

The Song of BCN

The web was young, the trees were green

And bloody cakes were all unseen

No blog was laid on page or site

When Agnes woke and wrote so bright.

She claimed the shameless books and hacks

She heard unnumbered audiotracks

She rode by train to Cambridge here

And there saw three new stars appear

As friends upon a web based wire

A group to raise the bar much higher

The web was fair, the cakes were tall

In summer days, before the fall

With mighty scribes from blessed lands

And western towns who raised their hands

And called out, "Agnes you can stay,

We have some books to give away."

A queen she was in oaken chair

And authors turned to stop and stare

With golden hair and silver pen

And reviews of power often when

The light of Peat and Joe and Mark

With shining copies of their ARCS

Undimmed by night or pint of beer

There chatted freely, oh so near.

There finger on the keyboard smote,

There books were read and blogs were wrote

There baked was cake and piped was glaze

The plotters wrote, the agents crazed

There princes, kings and viking sail

And lyric prose like fishes’ mail

Writing and story, plot and word,

And poignant quotes were often heard.

Unwearied then were bloody cake folk,

Even with two ankles broke

The authors tweeted, facebook glowed

And at the cakes, the saliva flowed

The wifi’s down, the web is gone

My favourite links are now all wrong

No book is planned, no chapters writ

Distraction snares me in its pit

The cover waits for one more part

Justice due for Darko’s art

But still the chosen pics appear

A facebook status oh so clear

There likes their crown in pages deep

Till birthday girls awake from sleep.

For those who want to cleanse their literary palate with a shot of the original, here's a link to Durin's Song, as sung by Gimli son of Gloin in the mines of Moria..

(Edited slightly on 7th September to improve the scanning in the first verse and the sense elsewhere)