Together the elders and the young, <br />to splash around or take the plunge. <br /> <br />Farm on Tyne; to the clucking hen? <br />Where this time? The canyon then! <br /> <br />Savers packed and dingys strung. <br />Snorkels stowed and aqua lung. <br /> <br />Those sandy pails with life jackets! <br />An old football with some rackets. <br /> <br />Tires taut and radiator done. <br />Pump the motor, lurch and lunge. <br /> <br />Favorite CD and your lass. <br />Wipe the windows, hit the gas. <br /> <br />Rake up coals till the embers glow. <br />Rev up the fan till the juices flow. <br /> <br />Spoon of honey for the glistening look. <br />Dash of onions like a pic in the book. <br /> <br />Twist of lemon for an aroma great. <br />The lounging ones need that bait. <br /> <br />A brush of basting, a final touch. <br />Hand it over just as much. <br /> <br />Garlic sauce to hit home hard. <br />Look out for that bony shard. <br /> <br />Giggles, screams; from little ones. <br />Granny here with her timeless puns? <br /> <br />Dad and mom, lost in their own. <br />Wondering where the cuckoos flown. <br /> <br />original <br />saadat tahir <br />13 june,10 <br />Buraydah-KSA<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuckoos-flown-1306/
