'Tweet, Tweet, Twitter' Poem by Linda Winchell

Tweet, Tweet, goes the Twitter, Twitterer’s
Everyone’s fingers, now all in jitters.
All scratchin out words as fast as they can
Every Twittering woman
And every Twittering man.

What’s so important that it all couldn’t wait?
All Twittering things, they seem to anticipate.
Telling each other almost their everything
Leaving nothing at all, for imagining.

Open books yet closed in a way.
Letting all Twittered, just Twittering enough
On any given, Twittering Twittered day.

Homes now being robbed while the Tweeter’s out
Retuning home to find
They’ve been Twittered, “CLEANED OUT! ”
They gave the robbers, a clear view of their homes
And let everyone in the Twittering world know
When they could be expected alone.

I thought that I wanted to join this Twittering crowd
But I am glad that I wasn’t sucked in, and proud!
I wouldn’t be comfortable returning home late at night
Wondering if some Tweeter idiot was lurking out of sight.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009