I used to love a good road trip
To destinations far and wide
A week in Cornwall always quite hip
An excited family by your side
My wife always the map reader
Plotting the position along the route
An occasional wrong turn to deceive her
An infrequent expletive to boot
The kids in the back quite bored
“Are we there yet?” the regular cry
“Please be quiet” we both implored
“Dad I need to wee” came the reply
There was little to entertain us
An occasional game of eye spy
First one in the car to spot a bus
Anything to get us by
Speeding along at your own pace
Nothing to slow you down
The Sunday driver the only disgrace
Driving like a clown
Today the world’s so different
Speed cameras to catch you out
Always feel quite innocent
When speed limits you do flout
Then there’s the awful sat navigation
A battle axe worse than the wife
Taking us to some dodgy destination
Where I never been in my life
I used to love a good road trip
To destinations far and wide
But now frustrated I’ll let rip
At congested roads I can’t abide!