Our Beach Vaction

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