Mushroom

[Robin Jones]

He left early one Tuesday,
At 5 in the morn.
Towards golden arches,
Where a Mcmuffin was born.

With keys, phone and Wallet,
And with laptop under arm.
He headed down south,
below dark skys of calm.

He passed through Gobowen,
And then through Newport.
The keys in his pocket,
Were not those he thought.

A small bunch of keys,
On a single black fob.
He had the wrong keys,
My god, what a knob!

A journey of fools,
And expensive snacks.
He arrived at Cardiff,
No time to relax.

A meeting at the Senedd,
He wouldn’t be early.
For lunch, 2 butties,
With corners all curly.

Time to go home,
He rushed for the train.
Only 3 carriages?
They must be insane.

He sat near a woman,
With the world’s worst laugh.
She was off Flint,
And needed a bath!

He got off the train,
Still without key.
Now for a drive,
To Abergele.

With spare keys in hand,
He jumped back in the van.
Homeward bound,
As fast as he can.

He was at his front door,
In 60 minutes flat.
That will teach him,
Not to be such a mushroom!

[Ian A]

[quote="Sweetie" post=30249]
For lunch, 2 butties,
With corners all curly.
[/quote]


Guy can't have been with him then.

I distinctly recall being in Pepe's shaft after breaking through the 1st collapse (and installing the pipeway). Beyond the was an internal shaft which Guy free climbed (probably with Mike, I can't imagine he wouldn't do it as well). Once up, he dropped a rope and we all tied our bags on for him to haul up. the bags contained our lunch.

Before we could get up, he opened a sandwich box and took a bite out of EVERY corner.

I can't remember who the victim was but someone was sorely disappointed with their lunch.

 :unsure:

Ian

[mike leahy]

remember it well

[Doug Thompson]

Brilliant