316 - I knew what I was going to write about

I knew what I was going to write about
A few hours back, but then I dyed my hair,
Made coffee, and spent some time finding out
About hotels in Suffolk. There’s a fair
Chance that me and the family may go there
On holiday, the last week in August.
There’s plenty of beaches, and the sea air,
And quaint cottages, and boats; yes, we must
Try to get away, for Josephine’s just
Impossible stuck in the house. She’ll shout
And jump and flop, and say that it’s not fair,
At home all through the last week of August.
I’ve still not recalled my idea. I doubt
There’s time and space now. Oh, I remember…
Tue 17 July 2007