were standing in a store,
when Twitter-Dee began to see
what Twitter-Dope had worn.
He had on purple shoes, his socks
a slimy shade of green,
that stretched and stretched right up his legs
beyond his knobby knees.
His knickers were too short,
his yellow shirt a size too small,
a feather hat upon his head
was 15 stories tall.
Said Twitter-Dee, “Just stand right there
I want to take your photo,
and send it all around the world,
from Leningrad to Fargo.
“You’ll be a viral superstar,
of that there is no doubt,
and everywhere you go your fans
will scream and clap and shout.”
So Twitter-Dope produced a smile
and posed without distraction,
and Twitter-Dee sent out the post
and waited for reaction.
They waited long, and longer still,
their wait was hard to take,
and weeks turned into years. How Long?
It’s hard to speculate.
Then one day Twitter-Dee and Dope
of old age they did die,
their viral superstardom had been
one big Twitter lie.
But to their friends and neighbors,
and to all I do declare
that Twitter-Dee and Twitter-Dope
were stars beyond compare.