My son, Greg, has, at last, persuaded me to use Skype! ( All right, I've been slow!)
THOROUGHLY MODERN RINKLY!
I resisted!
Greg insisted!
True to type!
The time was ripe!
I said 'Why?'
He said 'Try!'
I gave in!
Couldn't win!
I said 'How?'
Greg said 'Now!'
When I looked
I was hooked.
I'm on Skype,
Lots of hype.
I'll need make-up
When I wake-up!
I'll be seen
On the screen!
No more scruff
Sure enough!
Great big smile
All the while!
Can I cope?
I must hope.
Will my vision
Cause derision?
Would it be better
To write a letter
With, perhaps,
Some flattering snaps?
