My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Friday, August 31, 2012

The GPS Poem

THE GPS POEM: [for all Grand fathers who  allow their grand daughters to be seated in front and not stay quiet]

I have a little GPS
It sits in the front of my car
A Satnav is a driver's friend
It tells you where you are
I have a little GPS
It thinks is much more smarter
It's better than the normal ones
My Satnav is my Grand Daughter

It gives me full instructions
Especially how to drive
When "Its thirty miles an hour", it says
"You're doing thirty five".

It tells me when to stop and start
And when to use the brake
And tells me that it's never ever
Safe to overtake.

It tells me when a light is red
And when it goes to green
It seems to know instinctively
Just when to intervene.

It lists the vehicles just in front
And all those to the rear
And taking this into account
It specifies my gear.

I'm sure no other driver
Has so helpful a device.
For when we leave and lock the car
It still gives me advice

It fills me up with counselling
Each journey's pretty fraught
But I would never exchange it
And get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it makes me smile,
And puts my eye drops,
It puts the washed clothes away,
Though it never helps me mop.

When I'm alone it talks to me,
I find that satisfying.
And then we even dance with glee,
Now isn't that mystifying?

Despite all these advantages
And my tendency to scoff,
I do wish that once in a while
I could turn the speaker off.

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