A Flying Holiday
by Baz Cann
The winter passed, it's time to seek vacations in the sun,
Within the Travel Bureaux the hunt has now begun.
To find a most convenient spot, convivial to all,
Teenage kids vote 18 / 30; yeah, we'll have a ball.
Mauritius seems a nice place, for all of us to go,
But then the kids scupper the plan by loudly saying "No!"
"Well how is Amsterdam?", I say; "If only for the week?"
The missus sets a stony look, and gives my ear a tweak.
Belgium, Brussels, and gay Paris all get the elbow too,
Jamaica, Turin and Egypt - there's not a lot to do,
We have exhausted brochures, from here and there worldwide,
So with foreboding and dismay, we let t'agent decide.
And on the bus on our way home, there's a tremendous din,
The missus giving it "Why did you leave it up to him?"
"We were there for three hours, and still hadn't got a clue,
And he's the piggin' expert, to make our dreams come true!"
A telephone call later, late the following week,
The agent says "I've found one, that's totally unique,
The most totally different holiday, that you've ever had,
I've booked you for two months in .......THE CENTRE OF BAGDAD!!!!"