Holidays

The holidays is a time everyone waits for,
Waiting and waiting is just such a bore,
Arguing at work and all that gore,
Files of work is such an eyesore.

Before we are on holiday we have to get there,
Sometimes when we go we don't know where,
Getting angry at the satnav it's hard to bare,
Getting there just about with no time to spare.

We go on our own or to see family and friends,
We are there with time to spend,
Getting time to make postcards to send,
We make the most from beginning to end.

It is always sad to say goodbye,
We sometimes whimper and start to cry,
When the car starts we sigh,
We get home and the holiday ends on a high.