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Lost again

I was travelling to Thursford, one day in the car
And I’d followed directions I’d got in the bar
We were on Caister road, was it left was it right
It was late, we were lost we were losing the light
We spotted a policeman and asked of him “pray,
Thursford my friend, can you tell me the way”
Well, he started to chuckle, he grinned then he laughed
Said “ you’ve listened to John, you’ve been pretty daft
It’s a good forty mile, you’ve had a bum steer
It’ll take you an hour, cos it’s nowhere near here”
So Johnny, old pal, your directions are crap, and
Next time I go out I’m consulting a map

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Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

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shazbat

shazbat

13 years 11 months ago

Aaaw shucks, thank you sir. I

Aaaw shucks, thank you sir. I've got to admit this one made the regulars at my local pub laugh, because they all knew who and what it was about. Mind you it took John a little while to see the funny side.

John