For weeks we planned, finally some time to unwind,
A vacation dreamed of, a time just to relax.
With plane tickets in hand we arrived right on time,
But our suit cases we had left at home all packed!
The S U V now loaded from floor to sunroof,
The kids buckled down… G P S was all in tact.
Next, gas up as everyone heads to the restroom,
But on our return we find we had been carjacked.
Vacations, O yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!
Vacations, they are not all their cracked up to be!
Vacations, the ones I’ve had have removed all doubt;
Vacations, I spell “T R O U B L E! ”
Taylor, What i most liked in your poetry is the variety of subjects you pick up and tthose undercurrents of humor you inject in certain poems....make your poems readable again and again. Thank you very much for the poetic pleasures u are permeating. sathya narayana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true words, Loyd. Why is it, do you suppose, that even though they spell TROUBLE, we can hardly wait till the next one comes around? Optimism or just a glutton for punishment? Great write, my friend. Richard