My granda sent me this and I couldn't help but laugh:
Ā It sits there in my car
Ā A Satnav is a driverās friend
Ā It tells you where you are.
Ā I have a little Satnav
Ā Iāve had it all my life
Ā Itās better than the normal ones
Ā My Satnav is my wife.
Ā It gives me full instructions
Ā Especially how to drive
Ā āItās thirty miles an hourā, it says,
Ā āYouāre doing thirty fiveā.
Ā It tells me when to stop and start
Ā And when to use the brake
Ā And tells me that itās never ever
Ā Safe to overtake.
Ā It tells me when a light is red
Ā And when it goes to green
Ā It seems to know instinctively
Ā Just when to intervene.
Ā It lists the vehicles just in front
Ā And all those to the rear
Ā And taking this into account
Ā It specifies my gear.
Ā Iām sure no other driver
Ā Has so helpful a device
Ā For when we leave and lock the car
Ā It still gives its advice.
Ā It fills me up with counselling
Ā Each journeyās pretty fraught
Ā So why donāt I exchange it
Ā And get a quieter sort?
Ā Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,
Ā Makes sure Iām properly fed,
Ā It washes all my shirts and things
Ā And ā keeps me warm in bed!
Ā Despite all these advantages
Ā And my tendency to scoff,
Ā I do wish that once in a while
Ā I could turn the damn thing off