Summer Holiday Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The wife and I go where there’s sun and sand
We watch the pennies, fly where it is cheap!
Australia’s too far at our age, and daunting
With sharks that rise attacking from the deep

Each day we measure out our daily fixes
My high blood pressure, her cholesterol
We never miss our medical appointments
Our holiday insurance covers all

That nice resort near Sousse…it knocked us sideways
The TV said that Isis claimed the blame
To murder folks like gas workers and pensioners
And all unarmed. The killer, took cocaine.

We heard that Isis calls such resorts ‘brothels’
Next year we’ll spend our hols in Harrowgate
They’ve NHS…no fear of clotting veins there
Or blood baths, though I’ll need to watch my weight.