The Holiday
The Holiday
I looked on the net for a holiday
To visit somewhere picturesque
And escape the mundaneness of life
Just me, the car, and the wife.
We priced up guest houses, hotels
Would it be the lakes, mountains or fells?
A cheap, luxurious getaway, of four days
However far you run, your baggage stays
After hours of pondering ums and ahs
We couldn’t decide, which hotel’s spa
Then we realised, me and the wife
A pretence doesn’t change your life
So, we are staying home, our own bed
Who really needs a holiday? she said.
David Cox 25/07/22
Copyright © Dave Cox | Year Posted 2022
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