Ode to an old pellegrino...

 

There was an old lady called Sod

Who went on a long pilgrimage on her todd

With the aid of a gin she managed a grin

Throughout the long plod

 

 

Over hills and hot dusty plains she did go

With huge blisters on her feet and big toe

But with the aid of a gin she maintained that grin

How she made the end we just don't know!

 

Along the Camino she continued to stagger

Alas her hair all of a haggar

But with the aid of more gin she kept that grin

Until finally into Santiago she did swagger.

So it's all over now, thank god?

No more walking for our poor wee Sod

Bring on more gin, she said with a grin

Back to rest and TV for my old bod!