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Cabin Fever

Rain is drumming hard on the old tin roof. The kids
Are restless, and just about to flip their little lids!
They both want to be out there, playing in the sand.
I tell them it's too wet, but they don't understand.

We play 'Snakes and Ladders,' but not without some tears.
My sons don't like to lose. But then my wife appears,
With fizzy drinks and cookies. The boys both shout, "Hooray!"
Board game is abandoned. "Now what else can we play?"

I find a pack of cards, and start a game of "Snap!"
I let the kids keep winning (for I'm a decent chap!)
Then they fetch their colouring books, giving me a break.
I read my magazine, but that's a big mistake!

The boys sneak up and ambush me, ruffling my hair.
I'm taken by surprise, while sitting in my chair.
Amid this rough and tumble my wife returns once more:
"Hey! The sun's now shining! Let's all get through that door!"

____________________

Copyright © Robert Haigh 2017

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This poem was inspired by memories of caravan
holidays in Filey, on the Yorkshire coast.
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