May Bank Holiday

 There's turmoil in the air
atomic bombs ,bank holiday,
I'll stay away from motorways
find a sleepy lane ,a dreamy pub,
watch  children swing and slide,
crisps and parents laughter.
Grandpa with a whisky, water in a jug
fish and chips and pints
grandma supping Guinness.
Dogs, Morris men, nostalgia in the air
forget the bomb, the flu and scandals
we don't need to know and
without the papers would not;
are we any much the wiser?
Just one day to break the cycle,
storms this afternoon have another beer,
tomorrow 's soon  enough, too soon enough;
Julie's fallen off the swing,
Johnny's wet his trousers !