A poem written by Sue Woolley reflecting the joys of technology. (It is set to the tune of ‘I’m getting married in the morning’)
I’m getting worried Sunday morning
Ding, Dong, the bells ‘ain’t going to chime
No cheerful ringing
No choir a-singing
Get me to the church online.
I cannot be there Sunday morning
Hearing the Vicar in her prime
No creed or lessons
I can’t find the church online.
If I am googling, I’m bound to fail
Now wait a minute, what’s this on e-mail?
I’ve been to church on Sunday morning
Thank you, the service was sublime
Make toast and butter Let’s have a cuppa
I’ve just been to church online.