(The second installment of the saga of the caravan write-off)

 

Well if you ever plan to motor west

Check your wheel-nuts and do the torque-wrench test:

Don’t end up pricks on Route 46.

 

We headed down to Cornwall, Gert and me

But stopped halfway quite abruptly

The near-side wheel had left for Coventry.

 

Well I checked myself first then Our Gert

And though we both emerged unhurt

We still shat bricks on that A46.

 

Now I reckon though I’m no expert man

You want two wheels per caravan

And not just one, though it’s certainly more fun.

 

Well the tail-back stretched for miles and miles

Those drivers wearing cheery smiles

And taking pics on that A46.

 

“It tails back to Leicester”

Said an irate protester,

“The M69

Is a car park, you swine”;

His wrist

Did a twiddle

His finger was middle;

The traffic jam increased

To Leicester Forest east

And only got released

When properly policed.

 

So that’s our van gone down the drain

We’ll let insurance take the strain

But the memory sticks of that A46.

 

So if you ever plan to motor west

Check your wheel-nuts and do the torque-wrench test:

Don’t end up pricks on Route 46.