I write a blog that few eyes see
So someone said, “If you Twitter, you’ll get as many followers as you please.”
Now I’m an old woman whose ears hear mutter
So I asked my grown daughter, “Can you help me to twutter?”
When that didn’t work I put it aside
Until a friend nudged, “Go on, give it another try.
My teenage son knows all about social fodder
So I smiled and said, “Teach your mama to twatter.”
Out through both nostrils spewed the milk he was drinking
“Mom! Shh. What the heck are you thinking?!?”
In time…and with help, I got the account
Am just now discovering what Twitter’s really about
A chance to stalk Ellen, Oprah even Jay Z
And 140 measly characters to entice anyone to stalk me.