The Weather ruined the rest
Don’t remember much
About my first holiday
Apart form the fact
It never stopped raining
And we ended up stuck
In my Uncle’s Caravan
Playing cards
While our father and mother
Barely stopped arguing.
On my second
We took our dog with us
Only for the poor thing
To get that upset
It didn’t stop messing
When the rain started
Rattling the caravan
And wouldn’t get off my bed
For all seven days.
The third time
We ended up repeatingly
Calling out the repairmen
After the caravan
Constantly kept leaking
And the fourth one
My sister met her hubby
Before dropping her number
In the rain on the way home.
On the fifth
I lost my virginainity
To a farmer’s daughter
After getting rat arsed
At the camp’s terrible disco
Whose father chased me
All over the farmhouse
The following morning
With a pick axe,
And two years later
When he caught me
With her younger sister
And batted the caravan
I was stopping at so much
The security at the site
Had to eventually call out
The police to get him
To move on.
On the seventh
My wife got us both
Chronic food poisoning
After taking us to a resturant
With Chicken that took
That long to cook
We thought they must
Have chased it round
The back for a hour.
The weather ruined the rest.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 26th Jul 2014 16:01
Very funny.