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!