Christmas Treasure Hunt
As you know, we are going away
But you do not yet know the day.
Take your brithday and plus two,
That's the day I fly with you.
The location is a small surprise,
No guessing yet, don't be wise.
In the end it will all be revealed,
But for the moment, my lips are sealed.
Have a present, number one,
They'll help protect you from the sun.
Stylish though, of corse they are,
Go and find them in my car.
Now for present number two,
Red or yellow? Green or blue?
Search for me inside our bed,
Then pop it right over your head.
Not finished yet, time for the third,
Please don't ask I won't say a word.
To save you from an itchy behind,
With all the coats, you will find.
A helping hand to fill your case,
Things for you body, not your face.
Let's go shopping, no need to pay,
I'm where me and you used to stay.
And now for all our future trips,
Kepp me in a poket on your hips.
Whether we go by wing or wheels
I'm where you cook your ready meals.
In order to protect them all,
Not forgetting your heels nor ball.
You'll wear me on sand or sea,
I'm hiding with the rest like me.
The last one so you have a choice,
I'll let you speak (or shout) your voice.
I'm where you put your bum to eat,
If you want us both, you've got a treat!
To make your ears look bigger still,
You can wear me out or when we chill.
Sitting where you soak and swim,
Come and try me for size and trim.
The flight it takes us 1, 2, 3, 4,
So here is something to help you snore,
While we fly over the Med,
I'm where your Mum rests her head.
This country is sure to top your mood,
After all, It's home to your favourite food.
Open me where you find the keys,
And start to revise "One beer please"
Copyright © Lacy Wallace | Year Posted 2017
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