Fifteen people on a tour
Of Scotland on a bus.
Thirteen strangers, plus the guide
And driver rode with us.
Like a dance, we do-si-doed
And joined or pulled apart,
While learning ‘bout each other;
Group dynamics got to start.
Our leader was the one in charge,
Deciding times and routes,
His local knowledge vast and true;
Of that we had no doubts.
But certain discontentments grew
Against our Scottish guide,
Whose rogue decisions made things worse
And couldn’t stem the tide.
Complaints were made; the plug was pulled,
The mutiny complete,
Our trusty driver leading now
From in the driver’s seat.
The group was jelled - well, more or less,
And all are much less stressed
Since our bounty of discomfort
Laid the awkwardness to rest.
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