As it's Qwerty's birthday I thought I would post the first half of the poem I wrote for him when we had to move to the Qwerty thread. I've just changed the ending slightly.
Happy Birthday Qwerty
Qwerty is a funny bod he likes to make us think
Sometimes I think his aim in life is to cause a little stink
He likes to change his profile pic to give us things to do
But sometimes it’s so cryptic we just haven’t got a clue
Now Qwerty’s twitter first appeared on a very crucial day
Twas just the time our Johnny left so interesting you say
Now was it opened just because he needed room to vent
And thought he’d use another name with details out for rent
Or was it someone close at hand who knew just how things were
And jumped upon the bandwagon to ruffle up the fur
Whoever it was they started off with nasty little digs
That made it look as though it was one of those hater pigs
But really what he seemed there for, was a really vital job
That made us all go ‘bloody hell’ and did unleash the mob
For when he questioned John about the colour that was best
He asked about his status in relationship no jest.
There followed such a major tweet it was to break our hearts.
For John he answered ‘Blue’ and ‘No’ they’d pulled the seams apart.
Now was this planned I hear you ask I can not tell a lie.
I'm told some peeps were ready for the answer and knew why.
And now our Qwerty chats a lot but then removes all trace
Perhaps he's scared he might have shown just too much of his face
He really doesn't like that Luke and jumps on him a lot
Perhaps our Qwerty's jealous, or he's really lost the plot