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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Entertainment · #1947148

poem of holiday experience

My holiday.

In "T" shirt and sombrero,
I`m about to board the plane.
My destination is obvious,
I`m off to sunny Spain.

The flight was good, apart from when,
we hit that dreadful storm.
But my memories of that will pass,
when I reach Benidorm.

I`m strutting through the town,
perhaps appearing quite obtrusive.
Well, I`m feeling rather good,
You see my hotel`s all inclusive.

My room was good, but morning saw
my skin with spots of red.
It looks as though mosquito`s,
did last night share my bed.

The pool looks so inviting,
but what`s that awful smell?
It would appear, the drains are blocked,
somewhere in my hotel.

So, I thought I`d settle on the beach,
lay on the sand instead.
But not for long, I need the shade,
my skin has turned quite red.

I wandered round some local bars,
ate tapas on my way.
Can`t wait to see the nightclubs,
and watch some cabaret.

Too soon, my week was over,
no more sunstroke or cheap beer.
So it`s adios amigos and,
I`ll see you all next year!
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