Google Search Poetry Fit The Second

Here are a couple more examples of Google Search poetry. You really have to work the inflections on the these, with the full teenage angst, for the best effect.

Here's an ode to the future with 'Children'.
















And another very questioning piece entitled - 'Was There Ever...?'

Google Search Poetry

I've noticed that Google has started suggesting things that I might be searching for. I don't know why the good people at Google think I have suddenly lost the wherewithal to know what it is I'm actually looking for, but there you have it. The upshot of their suggestions is that the list of Google search suggestions very often looks like a piece of sixth form poetry.

Here are some examples...

A touching piece entitled 'I Can't Believe...'














Or a more political one entitled 'Why Does Everyone...?'














Plenty more where these came from...

Why not try your own?

I'm pretty sure this is genuine. I'll definitely answer with all my details.

I missed the other 49...

Now I like dat movie - de one with Susan Sarandon plays dat vicar, and Harvey Milk plays dat...dat guy on the death row.

I wanna do a movie that's fifty times better dan dat movie. Is dat possible?

Is it? Is it? How would you go about making a movie dat's fifty times better dan dat one?



Dat's it!

Jesus Spends

I was in Waitrose yesterday. That's right recession, I said Waitrose. I'm giving the credit crunch the treatment with my wilful spending. Anyway, I was admiring the chutneys (I eventually only bought some mustard) when there was an announcement on the tannoy. 'Would Jesus please come to customer service.' Which I enjoyed. And then, a few moments later it came again with a small change. 'Would Mr Jesus please come to customer service.' And that was it. Jesus may be the ever loving son of God, but he likes to be addressed by his proper title, or he's just not going to go to customer services.

I wondered what the problem was. Maybe it was...heh...heh....maybe they'd...heh...run out of bread and...heh...heh...fishes....

Sorry Mr. Jesus.

Oh yes. When I got to the checkout, I ended up standing behind Miss Popoff off of from Rentaghost. Coincidence? I think not....