8220;I have a little Satnav, It sits there in my car
A Satnav is a driver’s friend, it tells you where you are.
It gives me full instructions, especially how to drive
8220;It’s sixty k’s an hour”, it says, “You’re doing sixty five”.
It tells me when to stop and start, and when to use the brake
And lets me know 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, then specifies the 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 counseling, each journey’s pretty fraught
So why don’t I exchange 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!
Despite all these advantages, and my tendency to scoff,
I only wish that now and then, I could turn the beggar off.” ~~<origin unknown>
I do apologize to all our female readers for publishing this little ditty, it has nothing to do with male chauvinism, I just thought it was pretty clever. Although, I have been thinking lately of trading my old satnav in for a new one. 🙂