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