Fed and Mavis On Their Travels
There’s a tropical isle, Gran Canaria,
Famed for sun, sea and sand –
Mavis and Fred flew over,
To escape Lancashire’s cold winter land.
Mavis said, “Eee, ‘tis hot in these woolly tights,
Let’s find summer shorts that flatter me bum
Throw away beiges and blacks,
Colour up, like the sky and the sun!”
She returned like a red hibiscus
(And that were only her face),
Then they set out on sand to th’ sea
But sank and got vexed at snail’s pace.
So they returned to hotel and the poolside,
Relaxed from their moans and their groans,
Let the sun bronze their wrinkly bodies,
Tone their muscles and strengthen their bones.
The hotel dinner was divine
And Fred wondered about taking Viagra.
He suggested an early night,
But Mavis said, “Save ‘em Euros and buy Pina Colada!”
So they drank and danced ‘til Mavis’s toes were bruised
And Fred’s hands were running with sweat,
But they moved with a rhythm and style
To waltz, samba and sixties beat.
Next morning brought breakfast,
A feast of fruit and foods they’d ne’er seen
And after they strolled the prom,
In a romantic holiday dream.
Then Mavis noticed Fred and the men
Were all heading for Murphy’s Bar,
Like Speedy Gonzales with a limp -
They’d smelt full English from afar.
Mavis chided Fred, he was pretty fat,
If he ate much more he’d explode.
But Fred said it were just constipation,
And more likely his guts would implode.
Mavis stopped in protest
And sat in ironic “The Thinker” pose
On a bench with her hat beside her,
Tourists thought she were one of t’ shows.
They dropped Euros into her hat
So she bargained with a camel- driver.
She haggled in Spanglish to hire a camel,
She reckoned the cost was about a fiver.
She swung in a basket like an Egyptian queen,
It was the transport she’d been hoping for.
They plucked Fred up and out of the bar
And headed on the sand for the shore.
“Look!” said Fred, “It’s a paddle boat
Like the ones in the park at home.”
So they hired a boat and set out,
Across the deep blue sea, they roamed.
Fred paddled and sweated away,
Mavis rested back with a drink and a book,
It were beautiful the way she travelled
‘Til Fred’s arthritic knee got stuck.
Alone in the great big ocean,
Drifting with a knee stuck at 90 degrees,
Mavis found some rub in the bottom of her handbag
And tried to massage Fred’s old arthritic knees.
The knee wouldn’t budge at all,
Drifting, Fred didn’t know what to do,
They could see Africa looming larger -
Mavis reluctantly dialled Emergency 112.
The rescue services were delightful
And towed them back to the Isle.
Back home Fred and Mavis said
They’d ne’er travelled anywhere in such style!
With thanks to Grace Mutton for the pic and my mum for the audio.