The Family Vacation

The family vacation, 
two kids, the dog, my wife and me, 
the station wagon's all packed up 
but Timmy has to pee! 
At last we're off, two hundred miles, 
we stop at Mickey D's 
"Whaddya want?," four cokes and fries, 
they're all so hard to please! 

Now, travelling can be a drag, 
there's Mollie's travel sickness, 
and Timmy with his acting out, 
the wagon's such a mess! 
Candy wrappers, markers, gum 
still sticking to the seats, 
I'm putting my foot firmly down, 
"OK, kids, NO MORE TREATS!" 

Another hundred miles, we stretch 
and exercise old Marmaduke, 
with running, jumping, food and drink 
my Timmy has to puke! 
Mollie cries, my wife consoles her, 
gets her settled down to rest, 
Timmy's resting too, God bless 'em! 
children sleeping, we are blessed. 

The final leg, we're all excited! 
DISNEY WORLD! a world apart, 
Pirates of the Carribean, 
Haunted Mansion, where to start? 
Here EVERYONE'S a kid, a dreamer, 
fun that lasts the whole year through 
'til next year when we hit the hiway, 
maybe we'll be seeing YOU!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Emu Avatar
January 26, 2016 at 12:27 PM
Sounds tough! A fine early morning read for me. Cheers
Bickerstaffe Avatar
January 26, 2016 at 12:33 PM
If you have a family this is a familiar occurrence for you! There was a fifth verse where we left Marmaduke at MacDonalds... all was well, we returned to collect him! Thanks Craig!! Best wishes, Keith
White Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 8:39 PM
Excellent write Keith. Love your imagery
Bickerstaffe Avatar
January 25, 2016 at 8:56 PM
Thanks much!
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