Gone Fishin'

My menfolks annual fishing trip
arrived, and off they went.
They hired a four berth caravan
so no pitching of a tent.

With rods and nets and maggots and things
all packed up in the car.
The postcode in the sat nav;
their destination is quite far!

The weekend to myself, I thought
to do with as I please.
But others feel their duty then
was my time to seize.

'They've left you on your own,' they cry
'you need some company.'
'I'm fine, I need this time,' I say
for my views they must see.

Others feel they know me well.
That's what they seem to think.
They exchange knowing glances
along with the odd, sly wink.

'We'll take you for a drink,' they say
'We'll take you for a meal.'
But despite their kindly gestures,
they don't know how I feel.

'Tell them,' my inner voice demands,
'Before it is too late.'
'I have,' replies my conscience
'But my time will have to wait.'

When next this trip is upon us
although it may be wrong.
I'm packing a small suitcase
because I'm going along.