OK, MK, OK.
It's July, off we go.
I'll travel on my boat
To see what life's about.
North up the cut
To see what life's about.
Blissworth,
That's worth it.
Braunston? Humm..
Rain or sun
My engine thrums.
To Warwick.
Thereby a castle to behold,
A sight unfolds, no doubt,
Stories, too,
Many times told.
On to Strat,
Much chat,
Poets meeting, chat, chat, chat.
Then the Avon.
This seems BIG.
Wait till the Severn,
That's the real PIG.
The Avon,
Each pretty town
I'll not own,
Only nature,
As I travelled to the Severn,
More of nature's heaven.
Well, it's Tewkesbury,
Nearly the season for blackberry.
So on the Severn we go,
Turn left for Gloucester,
May need that doctor!
The water is a-running,
It's no funning.
My engine gets smashed,
Pauline is rash,
I dropp anchor,
She has rancour,
Well I didn't fall in!
But can't help the poor.
Eventually sorted
Upton we're 'ported'
Two days no less
For worse or best.
Then Stourport.
I think we long thought to travel more,
To Brum, ho hum.
More to come.
George BernardBloodyShaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/travels-not-bloody-shaw/
