I saw a map.

It made me laugh.

A map on the toilet wall,

too humorous to call.


Scotland, the edge of the world.


A bad drive home.

I was in Oban.


Chuckling to myself.

I have to go.

I have to get up early.


I have enjoyed a laugh.

I have enjoyed a pint.

I have enjoyed myself.

I am drawing my own map.


The map of life.


This is a witty poem about a map in an Oban public house. Oban is on the West coast of Scotland and is the gateway to The Hebrides. The poem is full of meaning.

◄ Whatever I Want

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