A series of light verse written by the pool on various Summer holidays
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
On driving through cloud to Chirche to an Abba soundtrack
We slithered down the road to fate uncertain, The clouds were thick and turns quite hard to guess. Mama mia! Was this our final curtain? Would we be sending out an SOS? Black as night, we had no voulez view, And thought we might well face our Waterloo.