Wait
This can't be a mistake
The morning light
Is just too bright
We've overslept
Curled up in bed
Now we must rush
Gone that soothing hush
Toilet flushing
Teeth fast brushing
Coffee churning
Toast now burning
Swallow fast
Needs to last
Stuff all over
Where's the roller
Switch off lights
Well miss our flights
Connections short
Should we abort
No time to think
I need a drink
Get in the car
The Airports’ far
Traffic's a pain
This is insane
Check-in slow
With bags in tow
Our gates a mile
All rush - no style
People milling
My headache drilling
Boardings slow
I'm about to blow
The seat's a squeeze
But I collapse with ease
At least we're here
I need that beer
Our chatter muted
With strength diluted
We crack a smile
Gone is the bile
Thoughts of the beach
Within our reach
Where we can lay
For the whole day
Fall in a heap
Recover - sleep
Sand in our hair
Without a care
The sound of waves
Heavenly daze
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Comments1
You're culling a smirk...was the title deliberately missing an "a," eh? Yes, the fact tis tendered in seeming rhymed couplets, the concept delightfully rendered with charming poignancy and excellent imagery, who shan't enjoy this? Thank you for sharing.
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