PALE BLUE DOT
There once lived a lady named Dot/Who tweeted on Twitter *a LOT*/
She frittered away/All hours of her day/Until her brain started to rot.
On Tweetdeck and Twitpic she’d tweet/And Tweetie if out on the street/To them her eyes glued/Unsociably rude!/Her pals beat a hasty retreat.
She tweeted the pals “It’s far better/To tweet me in 140 letters/As these days I balk/At in-person talk"/(The pals all agreed to forget 'er)
And so Dot lost all of her friends/But that isn’t where the tale ends/(For followers she/Had 6213/So felt no need to make amends).
Then round came the day of her birth/The day she’d arrived on the Earth/In 24 hours/She’d no cards or flowers/Or presents, and so her self-worth
It sank like a stone in the sea/In bleakness and pain wallowed she/It seemed all her tweeting/Had been self-defeating/For none of those 6213
Had sent her a single email/For Dot, this was beyond the pale/She said with a yelp/”I must get some help/Or Twitter will brand my life FAIL”
And so Dot attended a shrink/And with a theatrical wink/He sat in a chair/And shot her a stare/And asked, “So what makes your heart sink?”
"My Twitter addiction!" she cried/"I'm poised to commit suicide!/But were I not there/ Would anyone care?/Would they be aware I had died?"
The shrink said “There is a swift cure/Although you may find it a bore/Turn off your PC/Your phone and TV/And get the hell out of the door!”
"Although the addiction is rife/It's giving you far too much strife/
Relax and retreat/Refuse to retweet/Stop worrying and enjoy your life!"
Dot thought “On this my life depends”/She quickly made up with her friends/Then burnt her PC/And lo, fast was she/Happy ever after! The End.
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