POETRY FROM THE OLD DOMINICANS' NEWSLETTER

I have a little Sat Nav.
It sits there in my car.
A Sat Nav is a driver's friend.
It tells you where you are.

I've had this little Sat Nav
For all my married life.
It does more than the normal one.
My Sat Nav is my wife.

It gives me full instructions
on exactly how to drive.
"Its thirty miles an hour" it says
"and you're doing thirty five."

It tells me when to stop and start
and when to apply the brake
And tells me its 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 list the vehicles just in front
It list 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 its advice.

It fills me up with counselling,
Each journey's pretty fraught.
So why don't I change it
And get a quieter sort ?.

Ah well you see, it cleans the house
Makes sure I'm properly fed
It washes all my shirts and things
And keeps me warm in bed.

I found this Little piece of Poetry in the magazine called "Clover"
The Magazine for Methodists at the east end of the Calderdale Circuit