Poem
Love me Tinder,
Love me do.
Every time I log in
There isn't much to do.
Whenever I get wifi
All I do is swipe right.
There must be some catch.
I've not yet had a match.
My profile photo I use
Was taken on Millenium Eve
I haven't changed much in twenty years.
I know, it's hard to believe!
I want a man who's handsome
I want a man who's buff
Yet it seems they look at my profile
And say, my god, he's rough.
So love me Tinder
Love me do,
My app is clearly askew
I tell you what the weird thing is,
It's the same on Grindr, too!
Robert Garnham 