Please Do Not Leave Facebook

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Please do not Leave Facebook, my friend,

These storms will soon subside.

ReMOANERS will get used to “Britain Out”.

They’ll grow tired of making you feel

A leper

For voting to jump the sinking Euro ship.

Don’t leave Facebook

For Google will crash,

Bebo and Myspace will return

And the BitPound will plummet.

Latin will become the default internet language

As hackers rule the web.

Be afraid, very afraid.

The consequences of Leaving would be dire.

But if you Stay here

In the bosom of the Facebook Family

You will be safe and secure

And eligible to claim

Your complimentary cuddly toy.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\6\2016.

Poetry's Progress

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Iambic pentameters are quite old

As poetry fashions go now, I must say.

Tetrameters are sharper, yes,

But both are old I must confess.

Make any speech, with force, you’ll surely find

Iambic rhythms: the power of pulse.

Such things are found in common speech for sure.

And lines of ten syllables must endure.

Poetic structures set in stone are not

My way: variety is key I have

To say. Some use of rhyme is okay too.

So how you write, that’s up to you (my friend).

For I prefer to write free verse,

To steer away from doggerel’s curse.

Longer lines are languid, with gravitas.

Short ones clout,

It’s as simple as that.

Paul Butters

(Retitled with stanza added 24\6\16).