The Twit That Could Not Tweet
A tiny tweet,
not even a tweet but a twit, so small was it,
send out to find a home in Kingdom of Twitter
who’s king and master was at war with Mars God;
The little twit held back,
not desiring to be placed in a place that wasn’t safe,
it was all dressed, sharp and new
coat gleaming white, eyes shining and bright
ready for flight
but not ready to fight;
It gazed into the murky waters of Twitterland
looking at many twits, twats and twiddles swimming ‘round,
drowning in a bottomless pit
of words, ideas and wit;
It was too much
easy to be lost in so much,
little twit drew back, shaking its head
took off its clothes
and went to bed instead.
© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
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I am author to two books of tiny stories, Chronicles of an Awakening Soul (2021) and Let the Sun Shine on My Face (2022); both are available here.
