And now, the end is near
And so I face my final homepage
My friends, my aim is clear
I'll post a joke, nicked from the Bronze Age
I've crammed my tweets with cr*p
And revelled in some twisted wordplay
But more, much more than this, I tweeted my way
Retweets, I've had a few
But mainly due, to heavy drinking
I'd rant without a clue, and have a view, though never thinking
I'd whine at Mail Online, but every time, I'd stick a link in
And more, much more than this, I tweeted my way
Yes, there were times, I had no shame
When I RT'd my own acclaim
And through it all, though there were trolls
I blocked the tw*ts, and took the LOLs
Yes, I hash-tagged, and humble-bragged, and tweeted my way
I've starred, DM'd and tried
To boost my count, my share of follows
And now, subtweets aside, I find it all so hard to swallow
To think I did all that
And buttered up with Follow Fridays
Oh no, that wasn't me, I tweeted my way
For what is this thing, this microblog?
If not a means to spout and flog?
To say the things we think are hip, and wallow in an ego-trip
I tried the lot - and now I'm shot - I tweeted my way...!