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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!!! |
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