They tweet and then meet, a poem I wrote and illustrated on my ECG. Seem to have lost a lot of the illustrations but here are the rest! Hope you enjoy it The text: They tweet Then meet Love grows. It's sweet He sweeps her off her feet Their love's offbeat The age barrier they defeat Her lust is folded neat In each little skirt pleat And when they finally meet Eyes talk, two hearts beat The oven's turned to preheat What do you think they eat? No, no, no, not meat! French toasts is the treat And chai that's sweet With all that was discreet That fingers tear and greet Kisses, bites, replete They turn the street Into a stream with a fleet The moaning they think is sweet Drowns the barrage in the street Such is the heat Every time they meet The neighbours complain and beat Their foreheads in defeat They want to deplete This love so concrete. For it awakens everyone on the street And so they fall at the landlady's feet She rattles at the door like drum beat "Ask her to leave or here's the receipt" "She's leaving, look shoes on her feet" They part, they retreat Only to rinse and repeat. They can't but leave love's hot seat. Soon doubt and insecurity take their seat Bringing with them friends called deceit And little lies that float at their feet Harsh words that hurt and compete. Without a fight, no day is complete They make love but look so beat The neighbours complain and beat Their foreheads in defeat They want to deplete Nights with noises replete. For their fights awaken everyone on the street But before they fall at the landlady's feet They call it quits and retreat She goes back and doesn't eat He broods in silent defeat He drowns himself in a fleet Of work, women and whiskey neat Her, he does a Ctrl+Alt+Del Sorrows and ill health come to greet Her on every nook and corner of the street. They talk and fight, rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat Rinse and repeat. Sigh. rinse and repeat. Then one day he comes to meet They hang out, laugh and eat Prawns, plum sauce and mincemeat He buys her a typewriter on Mutton street The typewriter doesn't have the button delete She wonders if Love is on repeat?