Things work out

When life deals you lemons, make lemonade.
When your Bus stops at a Hotel in Ardara;
it means “Go!” Less to be paid.
My Brother's trip to see his Skype Chum.
Had Gran in a Rattle and Hum.
But I was still roped into coming too.
I couldn't find another way through.

Steps talked about one for sorrow!
But I saw two for joy!
We had to take Busses to the West.
'Cause Gran says the Car is, “Not a Toy!”
But we got to Enniskillen okay.
Then waited for the Cross Border Bus to make its way.

Beforehand, en route to Dungannon.
I felt as sick as an overfed puppy.
I had to dash to Tesco's Filling Station.
For medical resuscitation.
Had to rush like an 80's yuppy.

In Enniskillen the kids were out in force.
Coming home from School.
I wanted to bolt like a horse.
We waited for a whole hour.
Thank God I had a Shower.
The Bus to Donegal Town arrived when the depot was quiet.

En route to Ballyshannon.
Some Geezer in a Van lept like a Salmon.
The Bus had to swerve and toot.
I thought, “Holy Gog, I'd have been kaput!”
The Town of Rory Gallagher rocked a different way then.

But we got to Donegal for the Bus to Ardara.
And the Hotel was €90 than the B and B for 3 nights.
What a trip it has been.
My Brother's Friend, we did see.
Now I won't have to deal with any more freights.