Something For the Weekend

We’re preparing the house for invasion They’ll be here pretty soon, there’s no doubt The valuable things, have been tucked away Some items, sans worth, we’ve left out There are locks on all of the cupboards The breakable pieces are hidden To stop those inquisitive hands Some rooms, will now be, forbidden With toddlers about to arrive For a weekend of laughter and frolics If these grand parents hope to survive They will need to become alcoholics But we sit and drink tea in the parlour It passes the time while we’re waiting Tea helps to quell, the nerves that you feel When you’re infanticipating