Holidays

I went around the family and asked a questionnaire

What was there dream holiday and what would they do there?

Relaxing in the sun?

Having lots of fun?

Change of scene?

Some didn’t sound to keen

Paris?

Climbing the Eiffel tower or walking a Paris street

But avoiding frogs legs, snails and horse meat

Ok maybe that’s not your kind of thing

One said “what do you say a Christmas holiday

Up on Christmas morning walking through the trees

What a lovely breeze

Centre parks in the snow!”

Some seemed like they were ready to go

There was even talk of a holiday anywhere

Just to be pampered and not have to care

And when you get home there in front of your feet

The decorating would be complete

A few of them just didn’t know

Where they would really like to go

And then I thought what would be my dream holiday

Well I really don’t know what to say

Maybe Asia

Maybe Spain

Maybe in an aeroplane

Actually there’s one place though

That I would really like to go

Animals and lots of sun

That would be my kind of fun

A safari through Africa with family and friends

Wow!

And this is where the poem ends