2018, Poetry

Blank Holidays #Poem #30PoemsChallenge

Bookish Lara

Another bloody holiday,

Shops shut, I’m on my own.

Family have been and gone,

I’ve no one left to phone.

 

There’s nothing on the telly.

Might pour myself a drink.

Don’t really feel like reading.

So I’ll just sit and think.

 

I love and hate these empty days,

But if I must be frank.

When they eventually come round

Bank Holidays are Blank.

 

 

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