An apology, with suggestion, in iambic pentameter

And now it’s time; a posting to my blog
Lecram continues patiently to dog
Me into writing something down. At last
I have some time to sit and think. Stand fast
And order the unruly strands of thought.
Off work today – oh, no I have not caught
A cold, or eaten something bad. It’s just
Some backache. Not too awful but I must
Be careful when I stand or sit, else ping!
Distracting stabs of pain, the wretched thing.
In short, I have the opportunity
Having the day, in essence, clear and free
To write this for the friendly folk in Fresno,
California – and I’m sure there is no
Nicer place now. So tell me is it fall?
It must be cooler. Trees will look more small
Unless they’re evergreens. Apologies
For ignorance of California’s trees.
But that’s enough chit-chat about the foliage.
I’d like to sit again in Lecram’s garage
(Pronounced the British way), or theatre;
As you can see I’m wrestling with the metre;
Because next year each one of us is fifty
A celebration would be rather nifty.
A century and a half, the different ways
We’ve lived our lives, Lecram with writing plays;
Kien with music, songs that stir emotion;
And I.. let’s carry on. There lies the ocean
To cross although the stormy swells be mighty
In Fresno shall we have a birthday party?