The Picnic

I could never understand

The logic of eating “en plein air”

A habit for which I had no care

My little heart would fall

When each event was planned and

Preparations made and put in hand

All but me were so excited

As hampers filled with food and drink

And even Dad would nod and wink

The trip was hell as discomfort reigned

Brother and sister jumped and played

In the car as I sat dismayed

And when we found the spot to sit

Far from home and comfort’s bliss

I would more and more my teddy miss

Parents sat and children scattered

But soon this changed as did the weather

As ants attacked and wasps did gather

Our food was clearly the attraction

As crawling emetts were pulverized

And wasps were flicked away from eyes

The clouds that up to now had taunted

Now let loose their fury wild

And Mum was no longer mild

With hasty packing we left the field of dreams

And turned my day from a nightmare

To head for home without one care

And when that night with Teddy tucked

Picnics I prayed from me please keep

and slept a night of blissful sleep