We buried dad in sand
while we were on our seaside jolly.
It started in a fit of fun
but turned into a folly.
The car keys, which he swore were in
the shorts that he was wearing,
at some point must have fallen out.
It left my dad despairing.
He scrambled all around and cursed
until his voice was hoarse.
Mum stifled little giggles
and was threatened with divorce.
Dad griped and groaned and grizzled
and he wept with head in hand.
The joyful jaunt that we were on
had not panned out as planned.
I understand his torment
but one really mustn’t grieve –
we had the perfect holiday…
and now we’ll never leave!