This global navigation satellite system,
not just an in-car electronic map,
had got so many flaws it’s hard to list ‘em.
In fact she could just be described as crap.
The awful thing is that she’s so insistent,
and never takes a moment off to think;
my personal persistent lane assistant
is driving me in circles and to drink.
Quite often she will only serve to hinder:
I know the way back to my own abode.
She sits there and obscures most of the winder,
so she’s why I’m a terror on the road.
But I fear it is our own fault about Sheila:
we bought her off a dodgy market dealer.
