Passwords

Passwords’ 

I am just a simple man, made of grit and soil.
Forged by rain and frost and snow, sweat and earth and toil.
The world I now inhabit, officious and irrelevant.
Why would I need A I, when I’ve a memory like an Elephant?

Annoyed by nonsense conversation, theory and nerds.
Not prepared for modern times, can’t recall mi passwords.
I settle down on Sundays, the football is on TV.
I’m home alone, for a couple of hours, just the game, the beer and  me.
The game has just kicked off. The telly’s gone all blurred.
My telly is a SMART TV, who wants to know mi password.

In this high-tech jungle, I’m vulnerable and weak.
I can’t recall mi password; it changes every week.
As soon as I am satisfied that my password is secure.
Along comes some computer geek, and changes it once more.
Evicted from the world wide web, like a debtor from his home.
He downloads sexy ladies, when I am on my own.
He takes me on a journey, along the world wide web.
Then shuts me down, when he decides it’s
time I went to bed.

Mi wife was wide awake in bed , all sexy and alluring.
She’s normally in her concrete nightie fast asleep and snoring.
She looked at me like a hungry cat peeking at a canary bird.
Then she whispered in my ear “You’re going to need your password.”
It really isn’t cricket. It’s just not bloody fair!
They are asking for a password every bloody where.!
When you make a password, you guard it with your life.
You store it in your brain box and never tell your wife.
But she’s one step ahead of you.
A winner in this game.
Because if you ‘ve made a password, it must include her name!