Holiday

[zephyr]

‘Where are we going on holiday?’ I asked my mum and dad

‘I’ve worked hard at school all year, I haven’t been too bad

‘Well son’ said my father ‘this year it’s Argate we’ll go

I rushed around the living room, running, in full flow

 

I opened up the atlas I flicked the pages through

Where was Argate? I really wished I knew

I could find Margate and Clacton on sea

The one place that I wanted was the one I couldn’t see

 

I was getting upset the tears were building inside

The upset on my little face I really couldn’t hide

Father put his arm around me we walked to the back window

I’ll show you Argate, my face it started to glow

 

He pointed down the garden where we used to play

That down there is Our Gate this year we’re not going away

[Observer]

Aaahhhh...... I nearly wanted to cry then! Got a little lump in my throat and everything (was funny too though).

[zephyr]

Life was hard in them days, there is lots of artistic licence in this. We didn't even have a back garden (sob sob)

 

I only ever went away with dad once to see Liverpool play (boo hoo)

 

Don't remember there being an atlas in the house (mwaaaahhh)

[Guest Rox]

Enough already!

 

My desk is covered in tears.

[zephyr]

Alright I'll try for a funny one next.