Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
The kids just screamed, “I’ve gotta go!”
And
The trailer’s back there, in the snow;
We needed it for food, sleep, clothes
But
Its tires fell off and it won’t go.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Cry Mommy, Daddy, kids, baby
‘Cause
Sally poked him; “Bill’s breathing!”
The car’s all out of gasoline
And
No one’s ever changed Baby.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Dad’s just asked why they vacay
So
Mom’s offered to give him ‘way
Low tire pressure‘s on display
And
When we get to far, far ‘way
Mom and Dad will droop and sway
But
All the kids will want to play;
Says Mom, “Why do we e’er vacay?”

©2020 Chel Owens
There’s still time to enter YOUR poem for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest!!
Love it. The stuff of ‘you had to be there’. 🙂
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🙂 Thanks, Doug!
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I remember vacation with kids. Lol. This cracked me up.
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It’s not this funny in real life until you’re years away from it.
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I know. I’m years away from it, so I can giggle.
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Total chaos holidaying with kids.. 😉
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Always is.
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I’d rather die alone in the dark
then go to an amusement park.
So, my family I beseech
Let’s just vacay at the beach…
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Why did you not enter the official contest?
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Because I LOATHE POETRY!!!
Besides, I can’t compete with you, Chelsea…
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Are you serious about the loathing?? Dude; that’s why we’re making fun of it so much…
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Oh man. Nailed it 😂😵
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Thanks!
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