(a holiday in two halves)

 

WEEK ONE

 

 

DAY ONE TO SIX…BARBADOES

 

Over liquored

Over fed

Fronded garden

Downey bed

Tiny sea-shore

Quite secluded

Luxurious

(And all-included)

 

 

DAY SEVEN …BARBADOES

 

In the deep places of the chest

Rumblings become manifest

 

And strikes the dreaded (rhyme–destroying) lurgey !!!

 

Visit to the Medical centre

diagnosis bronchitis

minimal treatment

shocked perusal of the bill

guilt-stricken retraction

of all unkind thoughts

ever entertained

against the N.H.S.

 

 

WEEK TWO

 

COUGHING AROUND THE CARIBBEAN

 

 

Outside…impossibly hot

 

Ship…air conditionally over-draughty

 

Bard:...Cough!…splutter!...hawk!...retch!...sneeze!...cough!

 

 

DAY FOURTEEN…AIRPORT

 

Bard…sets off on dismal  eight and a half hour cough across the Atlantic

 

 

(Okay, so it`s not very poetic, but why should I have to suffer alone?)