Wing It Wednesday
The house is quiet again at last,
A week of fun and mayhem past.
Our visitors now are safe at home,
We sit and rest, together, alone.
Our dear friend Val came first,
Always a treat to have as a guest.
Left us a gift, we are still in awe,
Instead of selling, gave us her car.
Daughter Samantha came next,
along with her husband John.
They came in like a fresh breeze,
Settled in quick, soon at their ease.
Their holiday started the very next morn,
We did so much in just seven days,
It seemed like they'd been here always,
Like Val before, they left us in a daze.
Daughter Emma has booked to fly in,
Bringing our grandson Dominic James.
He's our four year old tornado
So in December it's fun and games.
Tracy and Barney not coming, that's a pity
This year they're off to Dublin's fair City.
Next year we pray we are on their list,
A holiday in Cyprus is not to be missed.
Until then we have been given a task,
No sitting on the patio having a bask.
John's left orders that are quite explicit,
Every Wednesday we have to wing it.
Wing It Wednesday, it has to be seen,
We've got to go where we've never been.
New restaurants to eat, new inns to drink,
A very nice challenge to make us think.
So while Hotel Timperley is without a guest.
We shall pick up the baton and take the test.
We have an Island we have not explored,
On Wing It Wednesday, we will not get bored.
© Dave Timperley 11 May 2015.
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