When people go on holidays
They come back with many things,
It used to be a stick of rock
Or a suntan from the beach
And memories of fine times.
We came back this week
And I returned with something,
I returned with a cold!
ATISHOO!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 01:00
- Comment from author about the poem: I should have been playing croquet this afternoon but I reckon the force of my sneezing would send the balls across the lawn. LOL.
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Maybe that's just Mother Nature's way of telling you to build less sandcastles next time, Andy Tell ya from experience - they never last ..tide comes in... the wind chill during your labours...
Very true Dave, thank you. LOL
Andy
Get well soon Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Some mementos are not as desirable as others and hopefully will not be kept for long. Charming story except for the ending Andy
Thank you soren.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Oh no, get well soon🙏🏻🕊️
I will Rik, thank you.
Andy
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