FUN BUS Trip to Don's Little Toe

Preamble

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Welcome everyone aboard

On our first FUN trip

We're gonna put the pedal down

Don'll let 'er rip

 

We 'specially welcome Graham

He couldn't wait to come

Tina had to calm him down

At first he was quite dumb

 

He thought the BUS had three wheels

(ribbit...silly boy)

Then Tina from FUN BUS HQ

Said no, it's not a toy

 

He then had the audacity

To say our axle's lost

It seems he wanted BUS abort

Abort at any cost

 

It seems he's had a sleep-on-it

Reversed his thinking round

So welcome Graham 'board our BUS

Don's Toe we now are bound

 

Brian will be impressed

At what I bring to WOL

A bit of southern culture

To fill his culture hole

 

It's freezing cold down here

This poem's 'bout my toe

A useless bit of poetry

But thought I'd have a go

 

ribbit... (go Don)

 

I'm lying in my bed

Looking out at birds

Don't wanna get my bod out

Reason's not absurd

 

It's 10 degrees outside

Don't wanna stick my toe out

Have it do a snap freeze

Hear it cry and shout out

 

I like my little toe

(connected to my bod)

To me it means a lot

A little pea in pod

 

I couldn't bear the thought

To snap it, bang, real frozy

So gonna stay in bed

Where it's nice 'n' cozy

 

Don Matthews June 2018

 

 

We apologise to FUN BUS trippers but seems the cold weather has prevented us from seeing Don's Toe. We'll have to re-book this trip in guaranteed viewing weather. As all FUN BUS trips are free, refunds will cause no problems.

 

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PS. Tina and Gina at FUN BUS HQ apologise for any inconvenience. They are beginners at this new WOL venture and assure me future hiccups will be ironed out beforehand.

 

PPS. What really happened was the poem was already written. Tina thought it would make a great FUN BUS trip but neglected to consult with me beforehand, thus avoiding fundamental chaos in HQ. I've since spoken to her, poor girl.

 

I'm just a lowly poet

Trying to learn the ropes

With Tina, Gina, Tyson

How am I gonna cope?

 

ribbit...ribbit... (stick with it Don.)