How to Have an Almost Perfect Marriage

By Mrs Stephen Fry

Mrs Stephen Fry's guide to an almost perfect marriage, just like hers...

Friday, 23 December 2011

How the Frynch Stole Twitmas

(with deep gratitude and sincere apologies to dear Dr. Seuss)


The Frynch


Every Twit down in Twitville

Liked Twitter a lot,

But the Frynch,

Who lived just North of London,

Did NOT!


The Frynch hated Twitter!

The whole Twitmas season.

Now please don’t ask why,

No-one quite knows the reason.


It could be his laptop

Wasn’t plugged in quite right,

It could be perhaps 

That his pants were too tight.


But I think the most likely reason of all,

May have been that his dongle was two sizes too small.


Whatever the reason,

His dongle or pants,

He stared at the screen,

Having one of his rants.


'They’re tweeting their greetings!’

He started to shake.

'Tomorrow is Twitmas,

This is too much to take!’


Then he growled, with his Frynch fingers nervously drumming,

'I MUST find a way to keep Twitmas from coming!’


For tomorrow he knew all those twittering nerds,

Would wake bright and early, like little blue birds

And the words! The words! Oh, the words, words, words, words!

That’s the thing that he hated! The WORDS, WORDS, WORDS, WORDS!


For the Twits young and old would sit down on their seats,

And they’d tweet. And they’d tweet. And they’d TWEET, TWEET, TWEET, TWEET!


And the more the Frynch thought of this whole Twitmas row,

The more the Frynch thought, 'I must stop Twitter now!

Why for more than three years, I’ve put up with this crap.

I must stop Twitter from working - Asap!’


Then he got an idea!

A devilish idea!

More devilish than anything got in Ikea!


And he grabbed some bin bags

And some old empty cases,

(He just couldn’t wait 

To see all their Twit faces!)


And off, with a smirk, that naughty Frynch crept,

To the place where he knew all those silly Twits slept.


Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile like a snadget,

Around the whole town, and he took every gadget!


He took all the mobiles, he took the PCs,

He took all the internet-ready TVs.

He took the computers, he took the laptops,

He took the iPhones, the iPads and iPlops.


And when he had grabbed all the items above,

He started to take other things the Twits love,

He took all their LOLs and their LMAOs,

He stole their hash tags from their little hash toes.


He snatched their Retweets and their mentions and then

He snaffled the Trending Topics Top Ten.

He kidnapped their followers, erased their Dms.

All went in his sack, which he threw in the Thames. 


Then he sat on the bank and he nervously waited,

With his lip fully bit and his breath fully bated

Until the sun rose. But then the Frynch frowned,

'They’re just waking up . . . but what is that strange sound?’


All the Twits down in Twitville, the princes and bums

Were talking - without a device near their thumbs!

They chatted, they laughed, they guffawed and they chortled,

They sang and they shouted, they sniffed and snortled.


The butchers, the bakers, the students and tourists,

The housewives, the bankers, the fish pedicurists,

The teachers, the stalkers, the geeks and the druids,

They actually met and swapped bodily fluids!


And the Frynch heard this sound, this unheard-of kerfuffle,

And he frowned and he blinked and he started to snuffle.


He HADN’T stopped Twitmas from coming!


Somehow or other, it came just the same!


The Frynch groped for hours, 'till his dongle was sore.

Then the Frynch thought of something he hadn’t before!

'Maybe Twitter,’ he thought, 'doesn’t come from a phone.

'Maybe Twitter . . . perhaps . . . has a life of its own?’


And what happened then . . . ?

Well, in court they did say

That the Frynch’s small dongle

Grew three sizes that day!


And the minute his dongle had started to swell,

He looked at the gadgets and cried 'Bloody Hell,

What a silly old git!’ and he fell to the floor,

'What a nitwit-tit-git I have been, that’s for sure!’


And ashamed and aroused, he went back to the town,

Dongle proudly erect but his head hanging down.

'I’m sorry,’ he said, 'But could you, at a pinch,

Bear to forgive me, this silly old Frynch?’


And the Twits took one look at this figure forlorn,

With his chin on his chest and his confidence torn,

'Well, it’s true’ they replied, 'that we do need some closure.‘

So they jailed him for theft and indecent exposure.


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Kierna Corr
 Kierna Corr says:

Genius :)

posted 23rd December 2011

edward whitton
 edward whitton says:

Very naughty frynch, did it grow more than an inch?

posted 23rd December 2011

Alan Brooks
 Alan Brooks says:

Is the Frynch available for parties???

posted 24th December 2011

Steven Nelson
 Steven Nelson says:

After 45 years it is amazing how the voice in my head while reading this turned into Boris Karloff....BRILLIANT!

posted 24th December 2011

Jill Sanders
 Jill Sanders says:

Hillllarious! Thanks for a great start to my Christmas Eve!

posted 24th December 2011

Ric Lumb
 Ric Lumb says:

Cant stop giggling at this! So brilliant and funny! :D Made my twitmas! @cartoonsbyRic

posted 24th December 2011

Gail Ashington
 Gail Ashington says:


posted 24th December 2011

Christine Frankland
 Christine Frankland says:

Brilliant!Hey Mrs Fry,I've been married 30 years today!

posted 24th December 2011

Kathy Williams
 Kathy Williams says:

Oh Edna, you are full of wittiness and brilliance! You are the most perfect wifey a hubby could have. Happy Holidays! x x x

posted 24th December 2011

Arthur Dyer
 Arthur Dyer says:

Seriously such a fantastic poem this has REALLY made my Christmas :) Merry Christmas y'all :) Thank you so much Mrs Fry :)

posted 24th December 2011

Debra Mandel
 Debra Mandel says:

fantastic - you are an amazing wordsmith.

posted 25th December 2011

Christopher Nielsen
 Christopher Nielsen says:

Brilliant, just bloody brilliant!

posted 26th December 2011

Rosemarie Fullerton
 Rosemarie Fullerton says:


posted 27th December 2011

Melissa Kear
 Melissa Kear says:

Oh my absolute goodness! Very cheeky and very funny. Thank you for the share and your clever assembly of words! ~.^

posted 28th December 2011

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