Nonsense 11 Poem by Phil Soar

Google it she said, when she said I had a double
I googled doppelganger, and it showed me my twin brother
I rang the google help line, to make them take it down
I spoke to Jim, who, on a whim, suggested he was brown
I took another look, and sure enough, he looked quite weird
A complexion dark as chocolate, and an even darker beard
I told her to forget it, she said he'd cooked her goose
And after that, on a blue doormat, he'd upset her masseuse