My cache of ‘Followers’ has disintegrated so if you are still interested in reading/replying to fresh posts here you’ll have to refollow. Sorry.
A SHAPELY VERSE
I see you may be my kind of poet
I may be your kind – Who knows?
The future is just around the corner
We could explore – Become followers
We can unfollow – No damage done
Been there, done that, survived
Maybe you are my kind of poet
Or maybe I simply like the shape
LOVERS AND FOLLOWERS
People, let me tell you
Can be oh so very fickle
One minute they will “Like” you
Then they leave you, and your ego, in a pickle
This was inspired by Arjun Sharma’s admirable poem “Where Are My Readers?” which, sadly, is no longer extant.