What a lovely time I had today,
Whizzed round the shops without delay
Because school term has now begun,
The old go off to have some fun.
The price of holidays has fallen,
No more family extortion,
Seven nights for the price of three,
Even a glass of champagne free.
In case you all think I'm losing out,
I've booked a ticket to fly South
To where soft breezes gently blow
On soft black sand (I don't like snow) .
It's really such a crying shame
Tour operators play these games
I sense a deep injustice here,
Imposed by those who profiteer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the third Wemdy poem I've read- and was tickled by all of them! I think I'll keep reading.