The list gameA Poem by SketchygoblinA short quipp about "big data"
Big data (the list game)
When I was young I'd go to my nans to stay We will play a game she would always say I'll write down your name this time like last We can look back and see how many visits have past But now I have grown, the game has turned sour My list grows in strides with each passing hour And not just my name,no much more than that My age , favourite food even colour of my cat Nor to my nan is it given in fun No it is sold To just about anyone. © 2018 Sketchygoblin |
StatsAuthorSketchygoblinUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Dave I am a goblin who has found himself stuck in your horrendous modern world. I aim to make the best of it by writing anything that comes to my little green mind. more..Writing
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