The Plurk Poem

I never was on Twitter
although I heard the odd word…
I didn’t feel like talking to twits
and I have a phobia of birds

But one day I got an invite
to join a friend in Plurkdom
No twittering feathered friends here
just a monster with a bone for a bum

I wasn’t too sure at first
if I really wanted to plurk
so for the first few days
I didn’t do much except lurk

Plurking can be confusing
especially with a brain like mine
I am never sure whether it’s morning or night
or where I am at on my timeline

On Plurk they pay you in karma
it really can be a bind
in fear of losing this stuff
you forfeit life of the other kind

It soon becomes quite addictive
once you start to follow
yesterday runs into today
and some of us plurk in tomorrow

I began to look for Plurkers
with whom I had stuff to share
Olive oil, photography, poetry
the love of my life could be there!

I found a photographer and a poet
and guys who make mouthwatering food
Lots of delicious links are shared
and occasionally something rude!

There are photo’s of beautiful places
and the yummiest chocolate cake
the techies and bloggers rub noses
with knitters and gamers and rakes

You meet interesting people on Plurk
the wonderful and weird are all here
There’s Oscar and Dylan and Charlie Brown
and even William Shakespeare

So if you need some added spice in life
or just an ear to bend
Come dwell for a while in Plurkville
I may even make you my friend…!