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TWITTER HOLED

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 28, 2009 by Tudor Rickards

Wreck of the Deutschland

I knew it.

Twitter leaks
A rusty hulk
to be boarded and sunk

Pirates are scanning
for the main chance

Can its holes be plugged?
or will the ship
slip quietly away

I HAVE A CUNNING PLAN

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 16, 2009 by Tudor Rickards

Baldrick

The twittering creature wakes

How to speak out
but not risk everything?

I must risk something

Twitter is a cuckoo
laid by whatever bird devil
in the world-wide nest

It grows stronger
tweets to be fed
before the rest.

Who will act?

I have no chioce
I shall act

I have a plan
A cunning plan

It must be
an oh so
cunning plan.

I will go
disguised
into the world of twets

Seeking a holy worm
of hope

To find oh yes a follower
a following

A following
for words
I will not
dare not say

Who
would that follower be?