When you say ‘staycation’
it makes me want to shove you
into a suitcase with no wheels
and heft you into the boot at 6am
so we can drive along B roads
without getting caught behind caravans.
I’ll let you out
only when you promise to appreciate
the bleak and beautiful seafront,
a Knickerbocker Glory before breakfast,
Harbour Fish and Chips for dinner and tea,
the walk up to the wallabies,
the blue-lipped loveliness
of North Sea swimming,
a caravan to play cards in
and a girl with a plastic monkey
clipped to her collar.
Until then,
keep it zipped.
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