Day Trip On The Number 11 Bus Poem by Karl Newton

A little skint
A lot special
In need of an idea for our first date
I told ya I would take you on a daytrip

Only a few quid each
A ticket
Unlimited travel all day
Off to the bus stop
We go
Day tripping on the
Number 11 bus

I've packed us a picnic
Jam sandwiches
And a flask of coffee
A nod to the driver and
Off we go
Away on the longest bus route in Europe

First stop
Sarehole Mill, land of the hobbits
Next up
A stop in Kings Heath
To top up the picnic supplies in Poundland
Then away we go
To the land of chocolate, Bounville
And a real life chocolate factory
The thing of fantasy
Next stop it's your giro day
So off to the Fort we shall go
For some shopping
Before heading back to
Acocks Green
For a game of laser quest
And a cone of chips.

Our ride is over
And off we hop
I give you a kiss on the cheek
And whisper in my seductive brummie voice
Will I get a second date?