Mr Misheard

This is dedicated to John, who asked for a story about a train driver. It is also dedicated to Simon and Thecla who asked for a story of school kids under a tree (which I sort of did). It is also dedicated to Chris Hodge who asked for a story of my best holiday ever (the Africa one).

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

Mr Misheard
Stayed in one place for a day
He would stay in a hotel or B&B
But never once have a play

The train driver
Who sat on a stall
Travelled to lots of places
Such as Greece and Nepal

He loved his job because
He got to see lots of new faces
Lots of new weather
And lots of new places

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

He chose to have no days off
Holidays or breaks
Though he hated his job, he had lots of great times
And so was never late

I know it sounds strange
I would love it
But he’s just a boring man
And a bit of a muppet

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very posh B&B
That was in Spain
He met the manager
Who was quite a pain

One day he asked
For breakfast a mushroom
Next thing he knew
He had a crushed-room!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very hot place
That was quite bland
He met a man who was deaf
For in his ears were gallons of sand

One day he asked
For a softer bed
Next thing he knew
He had to sleep on a sled

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

Under a tree
In Africa lay
A small school
Lying under the shade

One day he asked
For a coconut
And the next day, at five o’clock
He found he had been woken-up

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very cold place
Called the Arctic
He met a tribal leader
Who smelt very strongly of garlic

One day he asked
For some snow
But the tribal leader
Just in his face gave him a big blow!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very (I don’t know the weather) place
Called Japan
He met a boat owner
Who carried around many pans

One day he said
I’ve spotted a tsunami!
But he, instead of running away
Turned up with a slice of salami

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

In a very hot place
Called North America
He met the owner the place he was staying
She was called Erica

One day he said
I’ve spotted a hurricane!
But Erica went away
Leaving Mr Misheard wondering why her mummy-came!

There once was a train driver
Called Mr Misheard
He was misheard by everyone
By people and even birds!

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