Author: Words by Robin Flavell
And now, the end is near
And so I face my final homepage
My friends, my aim is clear
I’ll post a joke, nicked from the Bronze Age
I’ve crammed my tweets with crap
And revelled in some twisted wordplay
But more, much more than this, I tweeted my way
Retweets, I’ve had a few But mainly due, to heavy drinking.
I’d rant without a clue, and have a view, though never thinking
I’d whine at Mail Online, but every time, I’d stick a link in
And more, much more than this, I tweeted my way
Yes, there were times, I had no shame,
When I’d retweet my own acclaim,
And through it all, though there were trolls,
I blocked the twats, and took the LOLs
Yes, I hash-tagged, and humble-bragged, and tweeted my way
I’ve starred, DM’d and tried
To boost my count, my share of follows
And now, subtweets aside, I find it all so hard to swallow
To think I did all that
And buttered up with Follow Fridays
Oh no, that wasn’t me, I tweeted my way.
For what is this thing, this microblog?
If not a means to spout and flog?
To say the things we think are hip, and wallow in an ego-trip
I tried the lot – and now I’m shot – I tweeted my way…!
Words by Robin Flavell