“If living dangerously is eating unwashed apples with the skin on, call me Evel Knievel.” ~ pesbo
That’s the advantage of twitter. It has an enormous capacity to help poetry.
You get a thought like that, about apples, and it can end there.
What is it? You get all anticipatory. What could one do with or to this idea? Is it a poem? Could it become a poem?
No, it’s a tweet. There’s no trying to drag it out to be something more than it is, pad into an expended metaphor poem, or add more comparisons and contrasts, seeing if it will all adhere well enough to be something interesting.
For anyone else without such a compulsion to record, it’s a passing thought, a conversational quip, no more. No need for syntactical meter considerations or rhyme doily.
It’s not a poem. There’s no need for it to be one. It’s a tweet, unless you think about it more, then it’s a post.