by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

You listen to this magic box, its seems to calm your fears
You’ve listened to it more today than you’ve done to me for years

The technology is so baffling, in these gadgets and in games
But that doesn’t give you reason to give your sat nav names

Gloria on the Telly a good name for a TV star
But surely not for a box, with in a sat nav car.

When you give it an answer, and on it, vent your spleen
And think that it’s been listening, it just shows how mad you’ve been

Coming to the junction you say you’ll gladly turn
Is this an indication, that you’ve got money to burn?

We never drive on Auto routes, because of all the fuss
And when we went to Plymouth we went there on the bus


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