Hooley with Nooley Day

It is TFE's big party today - everyone is invited, so pop over (see my blog list) and say hello. I am going in leathers on the back of Christy Moore's motor bike ( does he have one, I ask). TFE asked us all to write a poem featuring a red car as a red car features in the book. So here is my offering - done at the last minute yesterday (yes, I know, it shows) - inspired by Christy Moore's "Among the Wicklow Hills". Maybe inspired is the wrong word - but at least the lyrics to that fabulous song gave me the basic idea.
Do pop along as he questions the author on her new book.

The Road to Redcar.

The road to Redcar's filled with moving cars,
I see a little red one in the frame;
A figure in the driving seat looks anxious;
the passenger is wondering why he came.

Chorus: Tell everybody,
We're going to paddle in the sea.
We're going to wander
along the sandy strand.

We reach the sandy shore and find a car park,
the little car fits neatly in the space.
We both get out and take our shoes and socks off.
We really like the look of this old place.

Chorus Tell everybody.........

Beneath our feet the sandy shore is gritty;
the sea is icy cold, and pretty rough.
We struggle on, two oldies from the city,
determined not to say we've had enough.

Chorus: Tell everybody..........

But then we see our feet are turning blue.
This North sea really is the very pits.
There's nothing left to do but find a towel,
dry our feet and go for fish and chips.

Chorus: Tell everybody................

(with apologies to "Among the Wicklow Hills)