Tales From Childhood (Part 1)

I remember when we were small,
Life was not like this at all.
Dad would come home Fridays and say,
"Pack some bags, we're going away!"
So, off we'd trot and get in the car,
Mum asks where this, that, the other are,
And we play thick: "We don't know!
Just sling stuff in a bag, let's go!"

Dad would hitch up the caravan,
Satisfied at his part of the plan,
And open the car and sit up front,
Mum would call him a lazy man.

Then, she'd get in with some bags,
Some sweets for their trip and the fags,
And we'd be all excited and young,
And making this trip happy and fun
Singing songs, larking about,
Finally, Mum'd have to shout,
"Now listen to me, girls and boys,
You are making too much noise!
Keep it down, you're hurting my head!"
So we'd play something quiet instead,
But soon, our noise, again, would rise,
And Mum would wearily rub her eyes,
And turn to Dad with a frown and say,
"Quickly, find somewhere to stay!"

So, Dad would find a shady spot
For Mum, himself and us lot
To stay for a night, maybe two.
When all was done, "Phew!
Let's go in and relax".
Not Mum, she unpacks
And thinks of tomorrow, when
It'll be excitable mayhem!