The Perfect Holiday Poem by Douglas McClarty

Can, t wait to get away
Got the tickets ready to go
Got the case packed full
Leaving the torrential rain
Off to hot sunny Spain
Three hours at the airport
Two hours in the sky
Arrived hot exhausted
Kids want to go home
Wife having a breakdown
All part of the perfect holiday.
Far from home
Sitting in hot sunshine
White bodies getting toasted brown
Blue sky's a change from grey
Eating foreign fish and chips
Socks and shoes put away
To hot to have a proper sleep
Or to cool my swollen feet
One hundred bodies in the pool
In hot water, trying to cool
Some redskins join the fun
In the shade not the sun
All part of the perfect holiday
Last day was cut in half
Vacate your room at eleven
Case full of holiday junk
Now four kilos overweight
£100 extra at checkin gate
Three hours at airport
No money for duty free
A two hour flight back to rain
All part of the perfect holiday.