Thursday, September 23, 2010
At first I looked for someone to meet.
Now I know you, so I must tweet.
It might be about my tired feet,
or that I'm eating Cream of Wheat.
I stubbed my toe on concrete,
and tired of this summer heat.
When at work I'll be discreet,
Boss walks by, zing! Spreadsheet!
You sent me a DM? Oh how sweet.
My message retweeted? That's a treat!
Mindless banter I should delete,
Still, you gotta admit it's kinda neat.