I left Facebook for a lot of little reasons. I’d never really ‘done’ it properly and I haven’t really missed it. My final post before deleting my account was inspired by the thought “What’s wrong with the pub?”. So, with apologies to Lord Byron’s ‘We’ll Go No More a-Roving‘, here is…
I’ll Go No More a-Posting
So I’ll go no more a-posting
On Facebook any time.
You’ll read no more my idle boasting
Or humour past its prime.
It’s “farewell” to the cyber club;
A retreat of sorts I’ll make
To a retro kind of social hub
Of which I’ll happily partake!
I’ll cast aside this virtual Reich
As Facebook can’t compare
To all the things I really ‘like’
Or that I’d wish to ‘share’.
It’s something I’m no more engrossed in.
Neither precious nor sublime.
So I’ll go no more a-posting
On Facebook – any time.