TRAVEL
Oh how I love to wander round those travel agencies
Looking at the brochures of home and overseas
Those glorious illustrations seem beckoning to me
And then I get a longing for far off places for me to see.
I think I’ll take a cruise to far off foreign lands
Or go off to Bermuda and find those golden sands.
I don’t mind how I travel be it coach or even train
Better still I would enjoy a flight by aeroplane.
I’d like a look at Turkey the place no not the bird
It sounds oh so exotic or so it is I’ve heard,
I saw some pictures of it on the box the other night
When they were advertising that chocolate delight.
I wouldn’t mind a fortnight’s hike around the Countryside
Cause in the town those petrol fumes I simply can’t abide.
I crossed a field of mud one day and my shoes got very full
It was a job to run in haste when chased by a farmer’s bull,
I wondered why he chased me cause it was nothing that I said
Until I realised suddenly my sweater was bright red.
It was then that I decided I had better go by car
It’s easier to travel for short rides or for far,
I took my car to Jersey now that’s a lovely isle
I went there on the ferry and did it in great style
I put it in the hold amongst the Lorries it did fit
But during force ten gales at sea it had a direct hit.
I still look through my brochures with very itchy feet
My friends all kindly tell me I’ve ants inside my seat,
I know the pictures are not always what they seem
But it doesn’t really matter if I just sit and dream.
I’ve come to one conclusion no matter where I roam
There certainly is no better place than dear old home sweet home.
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