Dear Googlebot, my friend, my one true reader,
How did you find your way, from whence did you wonder?
Where are you going now that you’ve seen my little jape,
About Bill Oddie’s onions and Stephen Fry’s cape?
And now you know all about little Judith Charmers,
That she’s psychic, four foot two, and recommends the Bahamas.
Googie, I think that there’s only you and I
And by writing this piece, I’m wasting my time.
You are but a robot, a piece of electronic kit
And have no idea of succulent English wit.
Yet you are quite welcome, I’m so glad you’re here
More than bloody exiled Brits from Tunisia.
© Richard Madeley, 2007