GIGGLE WITH GOOGLE

When it comes to my Crotchets
I must sadly agree
When the Lord gave them out
He forgot about me

But Jean, I’m sure you’ll concur
And accept it as perfectly true
When it came to giving out Googles
I was not at the back of the queue

Sat down before my computer
The world opens up for me
Just clicking over to Google
I can ask any question for free

Up comes the answer, quick as a flash
Yes, its there facing me on the screen
Such as, “what makes a good Contralto”
And “Why some are stout and some lean”

So Jean, get conversant with Google
Open up a new concept on life
Find out why Roy left Wales?
Was he running away from his wife?

In this nonsense there must be a moral
Some of it has to make sense
Well, get over to Google and find out
Oh, and Jean, this poem will cost you ten pence!!!