A while back on Twitter I was trying to get myself up to 300 followers, so I announced that I would write a poem for my 300th follower, who ended up being a local councillor from Peterborough – Darren. I think he was expecting it to be a a bit different, as he sent me a link to his girlfriend’s Facebook page for inspiration. Anyway, here it is.
A Poem for @cllrdarrenfower
I thought it must be love
When Darren started following me
A fine man from Peterborough
He was my hundredth follower – times 3
And I promised him a poem
It wasn’t just a bribe
But a thank you for being 300th
Making me feel good inside.
It’s taken bloomin’ ages
To come up with these lines
His love is not for me though
As I shall now describe.
He follows 3500 people
He’s liberal through and through
His first love is for eleven men, who like to play in blue.
If they hadn’t been promoted, I don’t know what he’d do.
His real love is like a priest – in fact it is a Bishop.
A blonde called Jane who does tricks with bottles – or so it seem son Facebook.
So he asked for his poem to be for her – which was really very sweet
He thinks about you all the time – with every single tweet.
Richard Harris, July 2011