A little poem I wrote called Facebook Friends (Humour !) Facebook Friends The priest asked the question at the Mass the other day If you had an injury and were in a bad way And four lads they were needed to carry your bones Could you name those four friends that would carry you home Well he need not have worried about who would attend We could choose from our ever growing list of facebook friends For just every day, there’s a Jack, Kate or Val Sending smiles and requests to be your new pal Punjab male from Cairo, dark skinned and aged thirty Employed in I.T. and likes to talk dirty There’s Jenna from London with lips that do pout With a face that not even the tide would take out Then theres Janet from Boston, all timid and meek Who falls in love with a new lad online once a week They tell her they love her and to her they will marry Turns out Billy 20 is aged sixty called Larry And theres ones who post pictures of kids who are dyin And the Facebook Community are up in arms cryin Cats, Horses and Rabbits and Dogs that are mangled I tell you some people are fit to be strangled And if they send you a message and You dont reply You get ten alerts asking you why I thought we were friends, I thought that you cared So before you make friends, youd best be prepared And theres loads of new phrases to learn while online Like Plug-Ins and Profiles and Cover Timelines Theres Wall Posts and Updates, I swear its no joke And if you dont want your back, theres some folk who poke Some people post things that are just downright lies Like proclaiming their love for those they despise Identity Thieves log-in with your name The user gets fraped as part of their game Now theres lads out in Pakistan, who will try to befriend Youre name and bank details, theyll want you to send Their intentions seem fine, they have a fortune to share Millions of dollars from some dead millionaire Now some facebook users are always online I sometimes do wonder, where they find the time To tell the world over if theyve been saintly or sinned They cant wait to tell everyone, if theyve only broke wind Thinking back to the priest trying to pick the four friends Who would carry the stretcher and on who youd depend On facebook I doubt you find those lads there So Ill stay in the real world in times of Dark and Despair * By Dave Boylan
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 23:50:56 +0000
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