Vacation days, vacation days,
How I miss thee,
Once a treasured joy,
Now only a vague memory.
Here I am, waiting and waiting,
For my vacation days to appear,
While the Europeans are frolicking around,
Enjoying their 42 vacation days.
Where are my 13 days of vacation?
Are they going to be unused,
Like the 483 million vacation days last year?
Why vacation days have you forsaken me?
Why? I ask so forlornly,
Why have you disappeared to the European countries?
Come back to me!
Please come back!
I'll treat you well,
And treasure every moment we have together,
Laughing and frolicking like the Europeans.
I implore you vacation days,
I miss you so,
Please let me enjoy you once more!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Where's the gloom and doom? This entry is almost happy...disgusting. Let's keep it sad, huh? You have responsibilities to your public.
Post a Comment