Many words have been written and tweeted about Oprah’s controversial debut on Twitter, (although, apparently she is now bored with it) rather than reiterate what others have said, I decided to express my thoughts in (mediocre poetry) eloquent verse. Oh don’t roll your eyes – if WH Auden was around today he’d be writing this stuff. No, really!
Oh, Oprah, Oprah, Oprah,
Your name, it rhymes with … nothing.
(I tried to think of something
But the word just wasn’t there.)
You talk to me on tv.
Some days you seem much bigger,
On others you are smaller.
You quite often change your hair.
And now you come to Twitter
The regulars are angry,
Or maybe even twangry,
Because Oprah, you don’t care.
It’s not about you Oprah,
You really should be talking
To those folk who are forking
Out hard-earned cash for your wares.
So, Oprah, Oprah, Oprah,
Whose name it rhymes with nothing,
Start following or something.
Show the tweeters you play fair.
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