Number 73

Number 73

Number 73 came to play,
Nobody there was having a happy day.
There'd been terror all around,
Dozens of bodies were hell bound.
The speed was greater as every mile passed,
The driver made sure he'd already gassed.
The vehicles drove away, nothing in sight,
One driver pulled on with all her plucky might.
Looking up to the heavens, somebody saw God,
It turned out it was just an awful sod.
The road came to an end,
It was just around the next bend.
Tickets were held firmly in hand,
The driver took them, crunching on the seaside sand.
The water was clear and blue,
The passengers were a lucky few.
The sky was bright and cloudy,
The drinks were clear, but the chips were a little mouldy.
A day at the beach was like a dream,
Finished of by strawberries and cream.
The memories will live forever,
The photos will be with us forever and ever.
Number 73 fled away,
Looking for a safer place to stay.
The driver stopped and looked out at the ocean,
He was hoping to find some better potions.
Number 73 had been used for a vacation,
The next journey would be in a finer location.