The Great North Wales Toilet Tour
a song
Intrepid travelers, these three
Searched for the best of British,
But found it in a bowling lane,
Which should have made them skittish.
But, as I say, these three were brave and
Hungry fair, what’s more,
So they chowed down, and thus began
The North Wales Toilet Tour.
The great North Sea was cold that day,
And harsh and cold winds blew.
That didn’t help their steadiness,
‘Specially the female two.
Determined, though, to see the sights
Despite their distressed bowels,
They stopped and viewed the cold whitecaps
Until their stomachs howled.
But where were the facilities?
These three begged of each other.
In cold December restaurants close;
The tourist trade is smothered.
The roiling sea had nothing on
The happenings within.
The tension grew, and they knew
Error’s margin had grown thin.
