mum said she needed a stiff drink
me, at the wheel,
closing my eyes and actually praying
a rented car, a wide car
narrow roads
tractors and horses
getting my brexercise
not knowing how to use the GPS
getting beeped at the first crossroads
on returning the vehicle
Linfold, at the car rental place
gave me a fist bump
he said to me you're a great driver
then he walked around
the other side
a scratch along the door
a dented wing mirror
we took buses for the rest of the trip
Searching for Home
North, East, South or West
Where do I search for the best
Lat or Long, up or down
Postcode, County or just a Town
City or Village, then what’s next, a birth or death but there’s no connect.
So, I ask again, which search is the best
Is it the internet, that worldwide web
Or Google Earth and OS Maps
Look Left or right and up and down
But no I will not become a clown
There are records, records, everywhere
But none that I can find for my quest
So which search is the best
To find my ancestors
DAMO
It should be really easy
To get to Grantham right on time
Unless, that is, your Sat Nav
Is as troublesome as mine
I have the postcode ready
And I’m sure I’ve got it right
But my Sat Nav seems to be convinced
It’s on The Isle of Wight!
Now I quite like the main roads
Seeing signs along the way
But my Sat Nav has a cunning plan
To get me there today
It wants for some strange reason
To have a different point of view
To take me on the scenic route
Where there’s no traffic queue
Now I don’t like a line of cars
Through miles of motorway
Though it’s better than the pot holed roads
My Sat Nav thinks I might prefer today
I decided to ignore it
When 50 miles had gone
Big mistake on my part
Cos I’d left the dammed thing on
“Where do you think you’re going?”
It’s tinny voice did say
“You must perform a U Turn”
“Or I’ll find a different way”
I don’t listen to it blindly
And now I’ve got myself a map
So I can get to Grantham
In time to take a nap
Welcome! to Planet Earth
Where entrance is for free
But if you stay,and who you are
Will be a postcode lottery
Come right in and look around
There is so much to see
The fields of green
The mountains high
The beautiful deep blue sea.
You could reside on land
With a sunburnt sky
Or live amid the forest trees
You could camp on ice
Beneath snowy peaks
Or linger by the seas.
You could be black
You could be white
Yellow, red or brown
Have wealth or not
You just won't know
Until they put you down
You could toil on land
Or fish at sea
Or maybe live in luxury.
Famine fear and bigotry
Or misery galore
A hint of happiness here and there
Could be what in store.
Tears, joy,laughter,pain
You'll experience all these things
So take a gamble if you dare
And lose you angel wings.
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