It's Nice To Travel
IT’S NICE TO TRAVEL
The president’s trip went so badly
He wanted a drink very madly
He ordered his car
To the nearest bar
But the tires were all flat, quite sadly
So he called for his 747
The nearest that he’ll get to heaven
When he asked for some tea
They said sorry but we
Must stop first at a seven eleven
His tea bought, at last they got going
The strong brew was pleasantly flowing,
As the plane’s nose came up
He up-ended his cup
And he flew without caring or knowing
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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