Three compulsive twittering hacks
Writing fast we cover the facts
‘What you doing?’
Fro-ing, to-ing,
All in one-forty max.
Oh, Web of wonder, Web of might
Keeps us up for half the night
Egos bulging
Self-indulging
Thinking up the cr*p we write
God rest you merry, internet; I guess you’re here to stay.
We dare not take a moment out, not even Christmas Day
When Google’s latest festive look may yet help bloggers pray,
Pray for tweetings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
On the birthday of a Holy infant boy.
We’ve no wish to read your blogspot,
We’ll only ignore your webcast,
But we wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Real Life next year
