WHEN THE MERDE HITS THE FAN
Our Sat. Nav's French
is eh...how you say
TRÈS TRÈS
. . .MERDE!
She transforms
Châteauroux into Chatterbox/
She morphs Le Harve>>>
into Le Have Her!
We can only laugh en français!
Streets with longer wording
become simply a slur
of wild guesses. More merde!
Here we be
on the road to Rouen.
Miss Sat. Nav. tells us it's the road
to ruin.
Aghhh...Paris pops up
Who put Paris there!
Even more merde!
We begun to distrust
Miss Sat. Nav.
She sulks for miles.
Insane we are
in the Seine.
Now we drive up
the Loire river.
Straight5 up the middle
with our high-lighted route
jockey along side us
in purple
like a riderless horse
winning the Grand National.
We cast her into
the back seat
make the ferry
( no thanks to her)
....ju....ju...just!
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
WHEN THE MERDE HITS THE FAN
Our Sat. Nav's French
is eh...how you say
TRÈS TRÈS
. . .MERDE!
She transforms
Châteauroux into Chatterbox/
She morphs Le Harve>>>
into Le Have Her!
We can only laugh en français!
Streets with longer wording
become simply a slur
of wild guesses. More merde!
Here we be
on the road to Rouen.
Miss Sat. Nav. tells us it's the road
to ruin.
Aghhh...Paris pops up
Who put Paris there!
Even more merde!
We begun to distrust
Miss Sat. Nav.
She sulks for miles.
Insane we are
in the Seine.
Now we drive up
the Loire river.
Straight5 up the middle
with our high-lighted route
jockey along side us
in purple
like a riderless horse
winning the Grand National.
We cast her into
the back seat
make the ferry
( no thanks to her)
....ju....ju...just!
