As I hear you hurl your breakfast
Into the loo
I think to myself
Well things don’t always go according to plan
And I pop another Panadol
To take the edge of my tooth pain
And
I think to myself
Well things don’t always go
According
To
Plan
And
I rifle through my suitcase
Looking at my coat
I shake my head
It’s so hot here
Why
Would
I even
Dream…
But then I remember
Things
Don’t
Always
Go
….
I thought it would be bucolic
A little Victorian country frolic
A romantic folly
A nice holiday
Well
The Alpacas are ugly
And one spat on me
The donkey wanted to bite
The sheep
Well
Whatever – I’ve seen plenty of sheep before and of course
They are never exciting
Things
You know
But then the sun went down
And there you sit
Nibbling on the new version of a rice cracker
The only thing you can eat
Thanks to a rather indiscreet bout of
Stomach bug itis
And I sip a wine
And thank goodness for pain killers
Catch your eye
And smile
We begin to chuckle
Because really it is quite perfect
How life
Is
Not
And aren’t we lucky
That we’re not
Young and full of expectations about perfect situations
We’ve seen plan F come round a time or two
Me and you
We’ve lived through things that just fell through
Unexpectedly
So
No
Life isn’t perfect
But it is jolly nice just all the same
Another rice cracker?
No
Off to the loo
Again
Oh well
Things don’t always go according to plan
Do they
