Half Term Racket
My charges are both off school.
"What shall we do today?"
"Can we please go to Jesters,
The day's all dull and grey."
So I'm in a soft play centre,
There's a cacophony of sound,
Children, screaming, shrieking,
My head's starting to pound.
The children are having lots of fun,
Climbing, sliding, swinging,
But the raucous noise is deafening,
My eardrums are ringing.
I'm trying to get them to come home,
To leave this intense roar,
But they just shout as they run off,
"No, we want to play some more."
So if you think my jobs a doddle,
No more than child's play,
I can tell you it's no picnic
In this noisy place today.
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017