You never quite know what a day might hold
And a fruitless hunt for Oliver Cromwell’s old gaff.
Was he good or bad my co-pilot asked?
Oh, a bit of both I suppose, I said.
From the back the 8 year old piped up: he was warty…
Christmas is sinful…music is sinful…dancing is sinful…
We played David Guetta on the way back.
Old Ironsides must be spinning in his grave.