Rhyming Nonsense from the Isle of Man

Gold DofE on the Isle of Man – a bit of rhyming nonsense…

Gold DofE? Sounds good to me, 

A week away, just wandering free.

Lake District? Nah, a better plan, is,

Take the ferry to Isle of Man.

With all we need upon our back, 

All neatly packed in a rucksack.

We'll hike a trail by coast and sea,

And get to watch the 'ol TT.

There's only one thing, better than biking;

Some good old fashion, DofE hiking!

We've map and compass, pots and pan,

All non-essentials left in van.

We're here to do a four day hike,

But wish we'd thought to come by bike.

We've got a sleeping bag and tent,

And twenty quid for campsite rent.

Apart from that it's just us four,

In search of history and folklore.

Vicars and hippies, runners too, across the Isle of Man,

Have stopped and waved, and said hello, and helped us where they can.

I even met an Old Boy here, while waiting by the car,

The Old Daividian network; it stretches wide and far.

Better team you couldn't ask;

They're just the men for such a task.

With Neil's looks and Harry's brain,

Jack talks the talk and Tim’s the same.

He'll chat to anyone in sight, and even those who aren't, 

He thought he'd make the week offline, but found out that he can't.

His bare essentials, minimum, really must include,

The inclusion of a battery pack, before thinking of food.

Neil, only brought one shirt, which to everyone's dismay,

Smelt worse than you'd imagine by end of the first day.

Harry and his trademark hat, keeps tabs on navigation,

And keeps the others on the route, and away, from the station.

At camp Jack felt his time had come, to take a wild poo,

Then later on discovered, a fully working loo!

So all the way, around the coast, such graft, such sweat, such toils,

The recognition, is an invite, to the Palace from the Royals.

ian m... 

Duke of Edinburgh's Award Assessor