Dear Mr Facebook, please come hear my tale I’ve said it before, but alas no avail. You have fiddled, and faffed, and made it a mess, Please hear my plea and give it a rest. Forgive me if I might seem a bit rude, But thanks to you my timeline is screwed. I want recent posts, not ones from gone by, I am aware of those and I’ve made my reply. You seem to think that you know me best, You suggest stories to read, and sod all the rest. Where have you hidden my family and friends, The changes you’ve made, drive me right round the bend. The postings they’ve made often come with pictures too However you in your wisdom keep them hidden from view. The adverts you place, your suggestions and avatars all, Have succeeded in reducing me down to a crawl. So Mr Facebook I have to confess, The changes you’ve made, are a right royal mess. There once was a saying that my Grandparent’s used, I’ll repeat it here, as perhaps its abused. “There’s no need to fix owt, if you find it ain’t broke” So please Mr Facebook you seem a nice bloke. So more changes to be made, just for changes sake, No tinkering, or minor adjustments should you make. Now cast your mind back, through those dim mists of time, I think you will find it always used to work, not this pantomime. So Mr Facebook, please cease and desist. Thus preventing your users becoming more pissed.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 15:22:34 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015