Don’t tweet on me. Don’t tread on me. Y’call that a tweet? Tweet, tweet, tweetlededum. Tweet like that again and they’ll take away your priviledges. Leave the tweeting to the professsionals, the birds. At least they’ve been doing it long enough to know what they’re talking about.
Tweet with the vision of an Ostrich. While the world goes to Hell in a rucksack tweet, unendingly, like there’s no tomorrow. Tweet like you mean it. Tweet like Magpies. Y’know, I always thought Twitter was a hat size.
I am a self correcting mechanism.