Daddy Papersurfer

Predictive text? Whatever next,
A barman who’s a seer?
“You don’t want that – for your nightcap
You ought to have a beer.”
I’ll be in and out, without a doubt,
My bed all through the night.
If I mishap I’ll curse that chap,
I know this isn’t right.
“I’d like a malt, and crisps with salt,
Don’t tell me what to have.
You don’t [...]