THE SUMMER HOLIDAYS . . .

The Summer Holidays 

Sunday - Sunday and what a start to a beautiful day

The kids are on their summer holidays, hip ho hooray

I get time off work to look after the little blighters

Time to hide Grandpa’s cigars and all of his lighters

We all get to have late nights and well deserved lie ins

“Oh” how I love the summer holidays and how it all begins

Weather permitting we are all off to the nature reserve park

Even the dog is excited - as you cannot half hear him bark

Ice - creams and crisps and a large packet of gummy bears

Then all of the tantrums as none of them will learn to share

Us tripping home to the warmed up by the sun paddling pool

That will remove the mucky marks and help us all to keep cool

The summer weeks go by and all is still ok and looking good

A day trip out with the dog and kids we are off to the woods

Giggling and laughter - even a "eew" what the flippin' is that ?

Our Geraldine has just been bitten by some horrible little gnat

Laughter turns to tears as I drag them all home and off to bed

Was not to long they were all fast asleep and in the land of Z's

Last 2 weeks of the holidays and I am starting to feel the strain

My little angels have all turned into devils & starting to be a pain

I'm running out of things to entertain them, they begin to gripe

"Gawd" - Lord give me strength to make it through another night

The purse strings are getting tighter & the cupboard looking bare

Hubbies is off on his way to work & he just does not seem to care

I am now hidden in the out shed and having one of Grandpa’s cigars

While I am looking quite sickly into my mug of thick Yorkshire char

Mam, Mam the eldest child is banging frantically outside on the door

Annabelle is in the front garden and at the vicar she has just swore

Bessie is just stood there laughing her hair tangled up all in a mess

One trainer missing and an all mighty tear up one side of her dress

The neighbours are passing by nodding like to me it's all understood

The need in me to take the kids and go then to bury 'em in the woods

Today is the day and all the kids are ready to go back to their schools

Every one of them looking spotless and each looking no less than jewels

Bye - Bye my little poppets - love you - will miss you- kiss,kiss,kiss

Then the mad dash home to peace and quiet and - "Oh" the flippin' bliss

No children were hurt in the making of this poem - "Really" ; )

But I'm afraid some slugs were thanks to our Jack who got 'em in the neck *o*  

  

Indiana Shaw . . . (*-*)