She's Not Addicted, Honest!

Mmmm, she's not addicted she says,
I wonder if that's true?
Well, actually, no, its not,
And I don't know what to do?

She's on the net every night,
And up till every morn,
Eyes propped up with matchsticks,
Her body knackered and worn!

‘I'm ok,' she tells me,
‘I'm not addicted to the net,'
‘I just like to be online,'
‘And the gossip I like to get!'

I tell her that she's lost the plot,
And her head is up her bum,
And when I say, ‘log off Lin,'
She replies with, ‘But I'm not done!'

Every spare waking minute,
That girl is logged online,
Her aching bum is oh, so numb,
She's a cheeky little swine!

Rushes round to clean the house,
And give a quick polish and dust,
Throws a butty down her throat,
Cos logging on is a must!

She has withdrawal symptoms,
And breaks out in a sweat,
Computer freak, that's what she is,
Cos she can't stay off the net!

Now then, am I joking?
Mmmm, actually, no, I'm not,
I have to be quite honest,
That girl should be shot!

But, I have to say it,
She really is a star,
A happy little chappy she is,
As long as the computer isn't far

She has to be able to see it,
It has to be in sight,
After all, when said and done,
She's on it every night!

Love to you sis
Catherine
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© 2002

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