The Saddle, the Botty and Me.... not by Roald Dahl.
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The Saddle, The Botty and Me.
A relationship consisting of three,
A relationship based on harmony,
...potential problems I'm sure you'll agree.
Duncan & botty had always got on,
For years their relationship remained pretty strong.
Of course there were hiccups & the occaisional pong,
But this time something seemed seriously wrong...
Dunky's new saddle was made of metal & leather,
"Strong & tough and good in all weather!"
...just one thing they didn't mention however,
That 2000 miles leaves your cheeks scarred forever!
Then things just got worse after gashing his toe,
Lost in the desert with nowhere to go,
Battered & bruised from another great blow,
Things looked bleak for our favourite hero.
Then a surprise invitation, (you should always accept as a rule),
And a party at the Embassy sounded quite cool.
But you can't control the actions of a drunk, crazy fool,
Camera, passport & Dunky suddenly shoved in the pool!
The botty, the toe and now camera you say?
Followed by 170 miles the next day!
Dunky fell to his knees and began to pray,
Nothing much seemed to be going his way!
This run of misfortune he just couldn't buck,
His camera now as useful as a pile of muck.
Slightly pee-d off and now wet as a duck,
He pondered to himself, what could be causing such luck?!
So he cast his mind back and considered his sin,
The pyramids, of course! Climbing them was a terrible thing!
An ancient curse, now cast-down upon him!
1 comments:
Hey Duncan,
we met briefly in the Wildebeest Camp in Nairobi... Just as you were packing up to get back on your trusty steed. I hope the journey is progressing and you're not in too much need of that famous grapling hook.
Best of luck and safe travels.
Brendan Harding (Ireland)