The little House says bye bye for now
As the spaceship heads for home
She decides that she’s not hanging around
I think I’ll have a little roam
Woof woof can I come I’ll be well behaved
The little House laughs at the plaintive appeals
Of course you can my faithful friend
So the Dog Kennel trots along at her heels
Through the rugged Scottish Borders
Down into Englandshire
The folk she sees are quite amazed
The pair cause quite a stir
As she approaches London
She sees the dread M25*
I think we will give this a miss
I prefer to stay alive
They arrive soon at the Channel
She formulates a clever plan
I’m going to pop along to Deal
And see my friend Leanne
She decides to sail across to France
Maybe visit un grand chateau
Perhaps even a wee romance
That would be the icing on le gateau
Or she can go to Italy
And see a Roman Villa
He may offer her some gelato
To chill her and to thrill her
She wonders where she’ll wander next
To which stormy seas and what lands
Will she ever feel her footsteps turn
Back home to Bonnie Scotland?
* The M25 is a motorway, famously described by Chris Rea as the Road to Hell, which circumscribes London
Haha I describe the M25 as the biggest roundabout on earth….. you can go round and round….
But only very slowly.
Thank you for visiting and commenting, Ute.
Ah this little house is a dreamer
A friendly little wanderer
A happy go lucky dream
Seeking warmth by the sea
It isn’t extreme
To want to be home you see
Even if home is away from home.
C’est tres joli ta petite histoire. Merci
A little House has a dream
Her eye has a gleam
Her joy quite supreme
Quand elle voyage vers Nimes
C’est UnElephant, Emmy, qui te remercie!
So human-like. She even took a pet with her. 🙂
Well, she may be a little House, but she is still a lady!
Thanks for visiting!
I drove some roundabouts in New Zealand and I was dumbfounded LMAO! Loved your poem dear Brian… you always take us on wonderful adventures 😉 love and hugs ♥
The M25 is a 120-mile long (circumference) car park which is supposed to be a quick way around London and to Englandshire’s main airports at Heathrow and Gatwick. It fails on all possible counts.
But really happy you enjoyed the little House’s latest jaunt, she may become a regular protagonist on this site.
What Tilde reads and what she hears
don’t always agree.
Her mind picks and chooses
what’s funniest to see.
Instead of le gateau,
she heard el gato.
Is this frosted feline surprise
a tasty delight in disguise?
Should Tilde go bake
a cat-shaped cake
*I’m supposed to bake a child’s birthday cake this weekend and a frosted cat with a candy collar sounds purrrfect.
Well, bake a Cat Cake if you like, but the little House’s Dog Kennel might set the little House’s Dog Kennel’s resident on your purrfect pastry!
Good luck with romancing the wee. Too fun. Met some Brits two days ago at a beach bar, bevvies in hand, pining away for the charms of Coventry. “Brums have all the fun,” they claimed. I don’t believe them.
AnElephantCant say he understands much of this.
Romancing the wee?
Charms of Coventry?
But then he isn’t a Brit, he is a Scot.
Thank you for visiting and being so enigmatic.
Lucky you then…Me mate is from Coventry and thinks he’s a Brum from Birmingham. But an elephantcant be caught up in that Brit back-biting. All Apologies.
Brilliance dear poet!
Having been ‘parked’ on the M25 more times than I care to remember I have to say Chris Rhea is right. Mind you Swindon’s Magic Roundabout takes some beating too.
Love and light
AnElephantCant argue with Jemmy
That is a truly ghastly road
It is a disaster
AnElephant can go faster
If he gets a piggy back from a toad
I like the wandering house has allowed the kennel
To join it and become a rover
If they are ever down this way again
They can come visit me in Dover;
I think they will have some fun
And many stories to tell
Especially with the Magic Roundabout
Which is what I call your Road to Hell
The little House is a sweetheart
But she’s not so kind to doggies
Where are the pooches going to sleep
Now that their Kennel has gone walkies?
You have a point