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.
Author ~ Morley, Leeds
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