It's the time of year for the family treat,
Time to leave our little street.
Stopped the milk, stopped the papers,
Don't forget to tell the neighbours.
The car is packed to the hilt,
It looks as though it's on a tilt!
On the motorway in a jam,
This is no way to get a tan!
Bed & Breakfast or Self Catering,
Which holiday will you be taking?
Mum's not cooking any more,
She wants a break from family chores.
On the beach, jump in the sea,
There's lots of fun for you and me...
Sandcastles to build, shells to collect,
Catch a crab in your net.
Tall and thin, short and fat,
'Surely I don't look like that.'
Where's my hat? My head is burning!'
'It's the same each year you're never learning!'
Promenading in the evening,
Be careful, what you are seen in.
Boy catches eye of a lovely girl;
Enough to send his heart in a twirl.
People watching, happy faces.
Chatter , chatter in so many places.
Old people sat in deckchairs,
Remembering the fun of youth, at seaside fairs.
Two weeks are up, it's gone so fast,
I thought it was too good to last!
Say goodbye to friends you've made,
And don't forget to take home your bucket and spade!
In memory of a typical British family holiday in the 50's and 60's.
