On matters of the bible
I’ve been thinking, as you do
That probably, most likely
Only some of it is true
It’s a little bit like Facebook
I think as I scroll past
A meme about Leviticus
With which I can’t be arsed
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© Gail Foster 12th February 2017
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There’s a voyeur in the foyer, and you let him in
No use complainin’ that he’s lookin’ at yer quim
When you’re the one who’s flashin’ as yer dancin’ in the dirt
With yer skirt tucked in yer knickers
Facebook Flirt
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There’s a pervert in the pantry, and you let him in
Now he’s lurkin’ by the gherkins with a sinister grin
Yer buns were on the windowsill! Yer key was in the door!
Now who’s made a cock up
Facebook Whore
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© Gail Foster 9th September 2016
Brad is admin of the Writers’ Group on Facebook…
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A kindly sword and savage pen
Are the marks of a writer and leader of men
Blessed be he who came to teach
The wildness of wisdom and freedom of speech
Where fainter hearts might fall and fail
He stands to serve the Writer’s Grail
This ancient sage; this humble youth
This herder of cats; this teller of truth
Is he we know and love as Brad
Our literary Galahad
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by Gail
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Fol de rol quoth the troll with the bell on his cap
Tell me your soul, come and fall in my lap
Does the mole in the hole have a map of the trap?…
Is a troll on a roll just like crap on a bap?
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by Gail
I’m faffing about on Facebook
Been avoiding it for years
What began as curiosity will
Doubtless end in tears
Hear no speak no see no
Evil learned in conversation
All that knowledge lost in
Two dimensional translation
Like me, share me, follow
All my kittens, quips and poops
See the same old tired threads
Go round and round in loops
Hang out on my home page
Scroll me up and down
Watch my ego on the prowl
Go trolling round the town
Some nights I sit upon my hands
All mischievous and itchy
In order to prevent myself
From posting stuff that’s bitchy
Big Brother sure is watching you
As are the crass and haters
Dark agent provocateurs
And dodgy mass debaters
What price anonymity when
You join the cyber race
Check out your reflection
Mirrored in this interface
Be careful what you wish for
For you may regret you’ve said it
Words that carry on the wind
Can go too far to edit
More human than divine is this
Our need for validation
Best to drink this heady wine
With cautious moderation
Pictures paint a thousand words
In galleries of minions
Words spoken once may be twice shy
Put thought before opinions
Don’t forget the Golden Mean
Steer clear of lie and rumour
And when your birds come home to roost
Accept them with good humour
I’ve been faffing about with Facebook
And I know that I’ll regret it
Nuclear power, for good or ill
… I guess I kind of get it
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by Gail
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