Half-Term

Half term is upon us now and all is well.

In fact, all is swell.

Swell, now there's a word

that is hardly heard.

Half-term, a time to play

or go away.

A time to have fun,

walk or run.

Lie ins galore and 

 so much more.

Shopping trips that don't just mean food.

Not using our credit card would just be rude.

A time to read and experience life,

hours of fun without any strife.

Oh yes, there's a lot to be said,

for spending longer in bed.

When that alarm stays still,

and waking up with a start does not make you ill.

A whole week to wallow and mess about.

Whether you stay in or go out.

A time for crafting and knitting too.

Hoping that one size smaller will fit you.

Poems and stories flowing freely and reading books too.

No time to feel unhappy or blue.

A chance to meet up, have coffee and chat.

I'm totally up for that.

But best of all I'll have time to see my youngest son.

To have loads of cuddles and fun.

Warning

But we must remember, half-term is only 7 days.

And we shouldn't completely change our ways.

For come November, we have to get back on the horse.

And rejoin the work force.