Imagination
Last night we packed our bags to get away
And now the taxi's here, it's half past four,
we're jetting off to foreign lands - hurray.
She's keen but says she's never flown before,
and adds, 'I think we've earned this holiday
to spend a week or two beside the sea,
the hotel looks a lovely place to stay.'
I tell her, 'Yes - and all the drinks are free.'
But then it starts to rain, I run indoors:
my daydream's finished, now I'll do the chores!
Three Options in I, Constance's contest, written 26th July 2025
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