Written while on a coach holiday in Torquay, listening to a couple of old dears...

 

We've been traveling since dawn

The coach isn't warm

And then catastrophic

We ran into traffic

The food, it was cold

It's because we are old

Though I may have been late

But I don't like to wait

It drives me so mad

That they treat us so bad

You should see the hotel

The hotel from hell

And the staff are so rude

The acts, they are crude

The room is so dusty

The radiator, rusty

And the bed is no good

Like sleeping on wood

It's really not nice

I'm sure we have mice

But I don't like to moan

Just ask my friend Joan

Those men, why'd they come

They're having such fun

I didn't like to say

But I guessed they were gay

The weather's so dreary

It's making me weary

But anyway dear

Wish you were here!