II
Modern bookshops and libraries
Have miles of cookery books
Written by a wide variety
Of well known celebrity cooks.
The background information is great
The pictures - mouthwatering - sublime
But to acquire the exotic ingredients
Is expensive - in money and time.
Spices should be used sparingly -
A pinch - a few threads - a grate;
Then they move to the back of the cupboard
'Till they well past their sell by date
It all looked so simple on TV
But I am forced to confess
It wasn't worth all the effort
And the kitchen's a terrible mess.
In spite of the programmes and books
It really is no surprise
That the sale of ready-made meals
Continues to rise.
Monday, 28 February 2011
The electronic age
THE ELECTRONIC AGE
Computers are wonderful
When they're working well,
But when they crash and die
It's a frustrating hell.
We are drawn in gradually
Stage by gentle stage
Until we are stuck fast
In the electronic age.
I buy my food on line
Christmas presents too,
Book holidays - print tickets
It's so easy to do.
I email all my friends
Go on Facebook - and Tweet
Will on-line dating find
The perfect man I've yet to meet?
I check my page constantly
The lure I cannot resist,
Without input from hundreds of friends
I fear I may cease to exist.
If my computer crashes
I'm distraught - I'm bereft -
I'm incommunicado,
Of my life there's nothing left.
I cannot Tweet on Twitter
Or check my Facebook page
I haven't heard from friends
For hours - for me that is an age.
When the electronic era started
I never would have predicted
That I could be completely hooked,
So hopelessly addicted.
Computers are wonderful
When they're working well,
But when they crash and die
It's a frustrating hell.
We are drawn in gradually
Stage by gentle stage
Until we are stuck fast
In the electronic age.
I buy my food on line
Christmas presents too,
Book holidays - print tickets
It's so easy to do.
I email all my friends
Go on Facebook - and Tweet
Will on-line dating find
The perfect man I've yet to meet?
I check my page constantly
The lure I cannot resist,
Without input from hundreds of friends
I fear I may cease to exist.
If my computer crashes
I'm distraught - I'm bereft -
I'm incommunicado,
Of my life there's nothing left.
I cannot Tweet on Twitter
Or check my Facebook page
I haven't heard from friends
For hours - for me that is an age.
When the electronic era started
I never would have predicted
That I could be completely hooked,
So hopelessly addicted.
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