Today we set off on our journey by taxi, bus and train
And I know in my heart even before we depart
By tonight I’ll be going insane.
Our monthly hike to NMC one hundred miles round trip
Has yet to be completed without encountering some drip
The taxis booked in early but arrives a good deal late
And on this one occasion the bus was on time – Oh Great!
The shelter’s completely deserted now so we sigh and take a pew
Twenty minutes later though there’s rather quite a queue.
The bus arrives but it’s crowded, the driver declares “TWO MORE”
Dirty looks are plentiful as we muscle to the door.
“Come on Nick, we were here first” this is no time to be polite
We’re already late for our Winsford date so if we have to fight we’ll fight.
“CAN’T USE THAT PASS, SORRY MATE”, the driver haughtily declares
Here we go again I think and deliver a withering stare.
A seat becomes available we glance around to see
If anyone is more in need than Nick or by this time me.
A large obnoxious passenger with a loud sarcastic voice
Comments on “WHY YOU SITTING SON”, when Nick really has no choice.
A plea to fellow travellers, fore casting an evil eye
Don’t point your gun at mother and son there’s always a reason why.
Steph Adigu ( 2003 )