What a Trip
The charter bus was just for us to take us on a trip.
But when my wife was getting ready, she fell and broke her hip.
Now you might think that that would end our lovely get away.
But she didn't blink as you would think, she just refused to stay.
Now Buses aren't the easiest to manage dis encumbered.
So when she finally got sat down, for miles she just slumbered.
And when she woke it was no joke, she started to embellish.
Her dream of going to the bathroom, well let's just leave it at ish.
So you can just about imagine the turmoil that ensued.
When she had to do all of those things inside that little loo.
This guy who had brought on some beer was having his own issues.
So now the driver hands out depends instead of little tissues.
For the tickle my funny bone contest.
Written march 8th, 2014
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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