A warning on the dangers of social networking

Over breakfast, after the night before; the bacon crisply curled.  The Sunday Times lay open reviewing last week's world.  The discourse mulling over the success of the night before,  when Jo burst in, laptop in hand and slammed the kitchen door! 


This cannot be...It is not right!, we sheltered from her roar
My account has been erased; my ranking is no more!
It all appeared so farcical - we dared not say a word.
Her stormy face said everything; her mind was clearly heard.


This is my life she cried aghast; Have you no real friends?
My social network's virtual; my business at an end!
With no ethereal presence, I cease to be at all; 
No conversation; Business Deals - it's all gone to the Wall!


We looked at one another, unsure of what to say.  
Our coffee drunk; our bacon munched, we went our separate ways.
I have a lasting image of a girl I used to know.
Her profile's been expunged now; she has no place to go.


She has no conversation and nothing left to do. She's vanished into cyber-space and my advice to you is: if you want to live your life on-line as others do, beware of being deleted - the choice is up to you!


An Apocryphal  Birthday Poem for Style Guru Jo, of whom we are very fond.