(We’ll go off-season, to avoid the melee!)
For a whole week we’ll be on vacation!
Can’t you just sense our anti…ci……PATION?
So pack the car full and put more in yet!
(So it’s just the important things that we’ll forget!)
Then we’ll sit in our ride, for six hours or more
And feel our buttocks, get sorer then sore!
We’ll sleep in a guest house, it could be so-so
(As long the owner’s not that guy from Psycho…)
But perhaps the place will have a loo that’s blocked?
Or a fridge that has cockroaches fully stocked?
We’ll play in the waves (and get knocked into a stranger)
And blue bottles ha, they’re hardly a danger
(Then we’ll get stung and squeal in alarm,
as some family member, has to pee on our arm!)
And we’ll sit in the sun, till it starts sinking low
Feeling content, as melanomas grow!
We’ll play on the beach and sun bronze our abs
And freely admit that we all have crabs!
And then let’s collect shells, all along the shore
(Amongst the glass and used condoms galore)
And we’ll sit watching people pull interesting faces
As they pull out sand, from interesting places!
The seaside! The seaside I can’t wait to go
Why is each day, so painfully slow?
And now just one sentence, just from me,
“I REEEEEALLY can’t wait, to be by the sea!!!!”
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