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 Buses 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 God, 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 less 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.