I wry amusement find
When a webcam
(a wam, bam)
Girl follows me on Twitter.
She may dance in a costume of glitter
For other men at night,
Or, more probably perform in the nude
Acts most crude.
I am no prude
But as I can not see
Oh tempting nymph, I will not follow back
So you will another follower lack!
Dry your eyes my dear,
Though I fear
You may have nothing to wipe away your tears.
With. Perhaps your lipstick smears
At the thought of wasted years
As you bat your eyes
For lustful guys,
But not for me
Who strictly sticks to poetry …!