Bank Holiday Poem
Bank holiday, what can I say?
A chance to brush the cobwebs away.
Shake off the work blues and stresses of the week,
We have an extra long weekend and the weather’s not bleak.
Fish out the flippers for a day by the sea,
Clean up the bar-b for a burger or three.
Polish the gate it’s well overdue,
Paint it yellow with dots that are blue.
Get the car washed ‘cos it’s looking quite grubby,
Endulge in a takeaway with an aim to get chubby.
Balance on a washing line while juggling fruit,
Or use a space hopper while playing a flute.
Dress as the grim reaper and knock on peoples doors,
Anything to avoid doing chores.
Spread out the deck chair and worship some sun,
Perhaps do the garden, that’s always fun.
Go catch some rays in minimal clothes,
Use a high factor and don’t burn your nose.
Let down the sun roof and cruise around town,
Or blare out Bob Marley with the car windows down.
Pack your swimmers and sit by the pool,
Remember your shades ‘cos you’ll want to look cool.
Spend time with family or go out on your bike,
Call a few mates and go for a hike.
Repair that fence so the dog can’t escape,
Or dress him in a tu-tu and get it on tape.
Call up your bro, go out for a beer.
An afternoon pub crawl and the good times are here.
Arrange some bowling for if the weather turns bad,
It’s a damn sight better than the week you have had.
But whatever you do, enjoy your break,
‘cos you’ve worked so hard with all give and no take.
I could go on but you get the idea.
Just don’t waste time, the next week is near.