But tweets are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
(Apologies to Burns)
But tweets are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts for ever;
Or like the Borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
(Apologies to Burns)
@johnjohnston Ah, but are tweets as ephemeral as Burns (ahem!) suggests … if I’m reading the poem correctly of course?
Interested to hear what inspired this John.
@johnjohnston Nice!