La Route à Roscanvel

On Day 2 we came from the West

Schoolboy humour as we circled round Brest

Coffee of a sort

Down by the Port

Before Tim’s route-finding began to digress

After leading us down a ravine

Through bushes and over a stream

Two roundabouts vanished

And Mike was banished

To a lonely route quite unforeseen

We regrouped for lunch to take stock

We were well behind on the clock 

While Tim was departed

A mutiny started

And we took to the main road en bloc

A chance for a swim by the coast 

And for Mark to make good on his boast

But he said “I’ve a knack

Of getting sand in my crack”

I’d rather sit in the garden and roast

At our digs the beer eased the pain

Our dorm was truly insane 

But five courses without pause 

Was a contributory cause

Of Mark’s cramp  and his squealing refrain

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