Mom’s always angry and I’m fed up. The kids are a pain and won’t shut up. The little brats scream, yell and they shout. There is no relief, not even when out. ~ They cost a lot too and always want more. I’ve tripped over packages at my front door. Something’s always broken and the house a mess. We need a vacation, I must confess. ~ A hammock for two on a deserted beach, with the comforts of home well within reach. We’ll eat when we want and we’ll get up late. By day we’ll frolic, each night a hot date. ~ We’ll call the kids weekly, just to say high. Then we’ll hang-up when they start to cry. We’ll bring back presents, two for each. But if they’re bad we’re back to the beach.
Spring is nearly over and summer’s almost here. The beach we’ll soon visit but don’t forget your gear. There’s sunscreen for your skin and a hat for your head. And don’t forget the mask to hide the look of dread. ~ You’ll need a little lunch and extra water too. Bring toys for the kids so they’ve something to do. Go home and disinfect all the things you’ve brought. Then long hot showers so no bugs are caught. ~ Relax a bit; go to bed and dream of doing more. But wait at least two weeks just to feel sure. The summer’s short and soon it will be done. Let’s hope by the fall we’ll have a bit more fun.
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