A situation some mums might connect with.
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With a long trip looming nigh
And kids in holiday mood,
I know that I’ll be landed
With the driver being rude.
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He doesn’t like long journeys
And soon begins to moan,
About stupid motorists on the road
Who’d be better off at home.
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And as we reach the motorway
There comes the job I hate.
As always it is I who is
The one to navigate.
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I open out the brand new map
All neatly folded down,
And I’m expected in no time
To find specific town.
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Not easy when with face quite red
He yells out “Quick! Which way?”
As with the exit right ahead
There’s no time to delay.
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I shout “Follow that white van!”
My patience at an end.
This man of mine has without doubt
Sent me around the bend.
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I think that if he screams once more
And doesn’t show remorse,
That when we get back home again
I’ll file for a divorce.
Christine Ramsay 15.4.10
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