Barry's tweet sounded so much like a line from Go The F*ck To Sleep, I couldn't resist.
The baby octopi are grilling,
charred in the gasfire's leap.
I'm thinking of plathing my head in the oven,
if you don't go the f*ck to sleep.
If anyone else wants to try turning a random tweet or flickr caption or whatever into extra verses for GTFTS, send'em along [with links, etc] or leave'em in the comments.
Previously/related: the flickr song, by Jonathan Coulton
Did you just coin plathing? Tips in the bell jar for you!
Clink, clink, thanks. Just don't ask me to pronounce it.