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Topic: FAMILY VACATION (07/30/15)
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By Noel Mitaxa
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―An excited hoard―
The car’s now packed
And dad’s just backed
Out the drive
And the kids are ready to arrive.
Without waiting for us,
They burst into their chorus -
“Dad, are we there yet?
Are we there yet?”
Not for the first time that day,
Mother enters the fray.
To settle her brood
And with mention of food.
“Kids, for goodness’ sake
Give your father a break.
We’re still in our street;
Here, have something to eat!”
In no time flat,
The kids have done just that;
Food packs unlidded
And their contents have slidded
Down three small throats
At the wheel dad gloats,
Pausing to rejoice
In his choice
Of such a wonderful wife
For the rest of his life.
He’s free to concentrate
While she tends to arbitrate
On getting to the roots
Of any backseat disputes.
With his mind free to cruise,
He begins to muse…
Having kids is hereditary
A truth that’s self-evidentary;
For if my parents had had none
There’d be very little fun
In my life.
But now the backseat truce
Is starting to unloose.
He glances across in hope
That his now-sleeping lady might cope.
But her skills in multi-tasking
Are now deaf to the multi-asking
That’s erupting from the rear
And they’re still nowhere near
―To everyone’s frustration―
Their final destination.
This family holiday
Is beginning to fray
His nerves
As they negotiate the curves
On the winding, uphill climb
With still so much time
Till they reach that promised snowfield. ..
Now, in a burst of inspiration
To secure their approbation
He breaks through their unrest
With a simple request:
“Kids, let me know
When you first see the snow!”
The kids decide to try it;
Then suddenly all is quiet.
Nary a peep,
For they’ve fallen asleep.
For the rest of the drive
Dad feels more alive.
The back seat calm
An emotional balm.
His morale is rising,
Which is not so surprising,
As he knows skiing requires minimal skill
Because it’s all downhill!
The next day dawns clear
As skiers appear;
United in their hopes
Of tackling the slopes.
Our family’s there too;
Armed with skis and skidoo.
Trussed up with toggles
And wearing their goggles;
Rugged up and warm.
In the multi-coloured swarm
Of couples and groups
Tracking slaloms and loops
In the snow.
Time flies in their fun,
And too soon the sun
Drops low in the sky.
So they all bid goodbye
To the sight
Of their new world of white.
Their time away
Passes day after day
With faster thrills
On steeper and steeper hills.
But on their last ski around,
Musicians and singers and TV crews invade the mound
And the hills echo with sound.
What’s the reason for their visit?
What is it?
This time
I can’t work out a rhyme
It’s a new genre of "slope" opera ;-)
Author’s note. For readers who want to throw tomatoes at this – or at me - please take them out of the cans. Otherwise they hurt.
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This is priceless well done.
Promise not to throw tomatoes, but flowers instead!
God bless~
I can barely see,
Through tears of laughter,
I think you get dafter!
Ne'er was ever,
A poet so clever,
To pen words nefarious,
And make them hilarious.
I have to accept,
That you are adept,
With words so delightful,
And truly insightful.
But the fun's just begun,
Because of your pun,
You've made a big blunder,
I've aimed right down under,
A tomato so squashy,
You'll need to get washy.
But at least I took it out of the can...
To the mill 'tis grist,
All poets beware,
Compete if you dare.
If you'd stood on your head,
The list would have read,
Oznoel takes first,
But you're last instead!
Congratulations!