Holiday hiccups

We might do all that we can But things don’t always go to plan For although we look forward Sometimes things still go untoward

The train was there on the track Of volunteers there was no lack But then they were out of luck As their padlock was firmly stuck

They wondered just what was wrong All whilst the queue was getting long Then we watched with a dropped jaw – They cut the lock with a hacksaw!

Next Google we did berate It took us to an unused gate Was there another way round? Nope! Just cows on a farm we found

Thus our steps we did retrace But the long walk we couldn’t face We were running out of time So over their fence we did climb

Although we felt a bit bad We hoped the owners weren’t too mad As from its state we are sure Others had gone that way before

Another train past did go Though it was travelling very slow And the next time it appeared Its carriage fixing must have sheared…

The engine came back alone All its carriages had gone home! The man went off, parts to find Said, ‘Please wait here if you don’t mind’

But may have been a long wait And the day was getting quite late So we abandoned this ride Like others, in the past, we’d tried

Another ride running late Meant that we’d have more time to wait And then that guard to us spoke To say the fire needed more stoke

On Bank Hol confusion reigned As weekday bus times the screen claimed But turned out that Google knew At Sunday’s times the bus was due

As I was walking down the street I happened to glance at my feet Where should be a neat toe cap There was a massive gawping gap

What was I going to do? As I had not packed any glue I did admit, with a sigh I’d have to find more boots to buy

In t’ morning I was perplexed To get an unexpected text From the bank, now should they pay For the bus ridden yesterday?

To the bank I made a call Then to me they explained it all Seems if contactless you use Too much, then that freedom you lose