Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Twas the night before vacation...

And all through the house,
I was running around like a chicken
With its head cut off.

My clothes laid out
And chosen with care,
Knowing in 24 hours
I would soon be there.

How much I wanted to be
Snug in my bed,
Awaiting visions of GU Chomps
To dance in my head.

But with food to pack
And itinerary to check,
Bedtime must wait
To do what is next.

So grab your fuel, your watch
And shoes to run,
Because it's just about time to go party with pirates
Oh I hope there is rum!


1 comment:

Steve said...

Not sure about the visions of GU's dancing in your head, but great take on a classic poem. Good luck on Sunday, hope I see you!