Never thought I’d ever twitter
Nor considered that I’d tweet.
I’ve kept my hashtags to myself
And my sentences complete.

I used to think that Facebook
Just happened when in bed
And you’d drifted off mid-paragraph
And yer novel hit yer head.

But now I have this smart phone
With touch screen and some apps,
And I’m feelin’ sorta trendy
And I figure, just perhaps,

I’ll polish up my ‘tech’-nique;
Succumb to the latest hype,
Clean my hat, brush my ‘stache
And call someone and Skype!

I figured just this mornin’
I’d be sure to catch Ol’ Claude.
When he sees my grinnin’ face
There’s no doubt that he’ll be awed!

So, I called a little early
To catch him still at home . . .
Hadn’t ever see him hatless,
But the glare off his ol’ dome

Plumb blinded me at first!
And when he started into talkin’
He hadn’t stuck his teeth in yet;
It was sorta like he’s squawkin’!

Claude didn’t know we’s skypin’ —
Held the phone up just to listen
And I swear I see’d plumb through him
Confirmin’ my suspicion;

Some cowboys got dang little
‘Twixt their left ear and their right.
Next time I skype ol’ Claude,
It’ll be in dark of night!


From Four Aces and a Queen.
Also featured on  the CD, A Good Ride.
Used here with the author’s permission.