With Apologies to Dr. Seuss

This is Pete.
Pete is sweet.
Pete will never, ever tweet.
"I do not like to tweet," said Pete.
"I do not think it’s all that neat."

Would you do it in your seat?
Would you do it for a treat?

"I will not twitter in my seat.
I will not twitter for a treat.
I do not like to tweet," said Pete.
"I do not think it’s all that neat."

But it’s a place for folks to meet,
And keep their message short and sweet.

"I like to meet folks in the street,
and short and sweet means incomplete.
I will not twitter in my seat,
I will not twitter for a treat.
I do not like to tweet," said Pete.
"I do not think it’s all that neat."

You can follow thoughts discreet,
Posted by a tall athlete.
Or goings on of the elite.

"I do not care of what they bleat
Their brains are made of shredded wheat
Or maybe a bright parakeet
I like to meet folks in the street,
And short and sweet means incomplete.
I will not twitter in my seat,
I will not twitter for a treat.
I do not like to tweet," said Pete.
"I do not think it’s all that neat."

But have you tried to tweet, dear Pete?
You may find it quite the feat.

"Fine, I’ll try it," decided Pete.
"Then go away, you quaint deadbeat"

So I got Pete into his seat,
And gave him quite the tasty treat.
Sure he would concede defeat,
I listened as he said...

"God, this is fucking stupid."