Monday, August 16, 2004

To the tune from Gilligan’s Island

Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip.
That started from the Vanture shop
Because of [nod toward Tim] this here drip.

The driver, a husband livin’ his dream,
Got wife along with some ruse,
Two cats and a Poodle in their Prevost bus
For a three week shakedown cruise.
A three week shakedown cruise.

The weather started getting rough,
The door lock would not work.
If not for the fully stocked alcohol
Doreen’d think Tim a jerk.
She’d think him a total jerk.

The bus returned, marriage barely intact,
Thanks to new designer duds.
Next dream to live, she’ll consider the source,
And get a quick divorce.
She’ll get a quick divorce.

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