Written almost a year ago, for school. Experimenting with internal rhymes.


As a Twitterer, I like to keep up with the talks, those squawks,

And listen to the news, and the people who like to amuse;

Their love affairs; things they don’t dare to say anywhere,

Or celebrity gossip: Is Miley back or are they truly split?

Yes, posting those Tweets is fun, though I may be the only one;

Some of my friends just dismiss it, but if I quit, I know I’ll miss it.

I can find out more: people’s new hobbies or things at which they’ll say ‘aw’.

“Some secrets revealed”, so it’s been said, but was that real, or just in their head?


But next I have to ask this: Is Twitter really worth it?


The End

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