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I AM A SAT. NAV......PART 2
Her voice is quite agitated
When I board my small car
“Where are we going?”
“Are we going far?”
“Take me to a place
Where love waits for me,
Collaborate with route master,
I'm ready, willing and free”
I hear her tut
In an uninspired fashion,
Perhaps she doesn't want me to reach
The street where lives passion
We miss the first turning
A dog runs into the road
I'm getting quite tetchy
This idea I'm not sold
Wrong way down a one-way
That man surely swore
I'm fed up with this
Let me stop at a store
A nice bar of chocolate
Washed down with a Fanta
A great big fat burger and
Enjoyed local banter
We take to the road again
My navigator and I
She is cool and uppity and
All I want is to go back nigh
Home is on the agenda
Back to square one
Two whole hours later
Is all we've been gone
‘She' and I had an argument
‘She' switched herself off
Told me to find my own way and
Spluttered out with a cough
Next red light appears
I stop and then stall
The engine is having none of it
A car repair man is called
I'm broke down, he's gorgeous,
Back home my motor he tows
They say whatever you seek
Is right under your nose!
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