I found a load of (really) bad poems on my external hard drive. This is just the first of many 😛
The cry goes out “IT’S SIX FIFTEEN!” and in an instant all hell breaks loose.
“Who’s got the passports?” Someone shouts, racing across the landing
“I can’t find my other shoe!” Another cries
“I told you to pack LAST NIGHT!” Comes an exasperated reply
“What do you mean I can’t take it?” An angry voice snaps
“Boarding cards! Tickets!” A deflated lilo comes sailing past
Amidst the chaos a lone voice speaks out: “You know it’s only Tuesday, right?”
There’s a pause, calenders are consulted diaries are checked
and slowly everyone troops back to bed.