By Lyn Funnell
Dear Mum and Dad, at last I’ve found
The time to write a letter.
The weather’s great, the food’s okay,
The hotel could be better.
Samantha went off with a bloke,
Just like you tried to warn me!
I don’t know what she sees in him;
He’s dumpy, short and corny.
I had to hang out on my own
Around the pool and disco
Until I met a group of girls
Who come from San Francisco.
We all went into town to try
A recommended venue,
But none of us could understand
The dishes on the menu!
The décor there was awesome – it
Was real Arabian Night-ish.
The staff kept giving us free drinks,
Which made us all get tight-ish.
And there I met a lovely guy;
A waiter – he’s called Ali.
He’s shown me all the local sights
And we’ve become quite pally.
He didn’t mind me being sick
While lying in the gutter.
He told me I was beautiful,
And set my heart a-flutter.
I married him today at two,
Then we all had a pub-crawl.
And so I won’t be coming home.
Yours truly, Amy Abdul.
