My Holidays Booked
No contrails draw patterns in the sky
No vapor trails leading to exotic beaches
No kisses where planes flight paths cross
No jet engines roaring in the night sky
to whisk you off to far of places in your dreams
No men's knees as white as snow
No bikini lines or flip flops
and aloe vera just a house plant
the latest romance stays unread
and no one's been shot dead
the camcorder battery stuck on red
No sangria or tequila sunrise
No throwing up and bad hangovers
the drink umbrella rather bigger
as we don't always get sunny weather
don't despair I'm going places
but there is no beach no waiter service
No airport transfer
No pool no show
as I've booked a week at mygate
that's right, the one at the end of my garden.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2021
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