The Worst Holiday Ever Poem by George Stanworth

The Worst Holiday Ever



We stayed in a holiday cottage,
where the sun shone like a torch.
The cottage had a swimming pool,
and a princess looking porch.

My Dad made all my favourite food.
My Mum spent time with me.
I stayed up late, watched DVDs,
but I was not happy.

You see.

We didn't have much Wi-fi.
What had my parents done?

I thought they really loved me,
(and hoped I would have fun.)

We didn't have much Wi-Fi,
which put me in a mood,
as it's difficult to live your life
without looking at You Tube.

We went out to the beach most days,
and had the best ice-cream.
They bought me gifts, including,
the best clothes that I'd seen.

They organised a meet and greet
with many TV stars,
who let us have a drive around
in all their flashy cars.

My Mum read bed-time stories.
My Dad spent time with me.
I stayed up late, watched DVDs,
but I was not happy. 

You see.

We didn't have much Wi-Fi.
What had my parents done?
I thought they really loved me -
(and hoped I would have fun.)

We didn't have much Wi-Fi,
which put me in a mood,
as it's difficult to live your life
without looking at You Tube.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: holiday,holidays,humour
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