Hooray, the bank holiday is here at last

Like no other we have endured in the past

No fairground rides, no trips to the zoo

No standing in line in a never ending queue

No party in the park, no festival by the sea

No soggy picnic or polystyrene cups of tea

No melted ice cream, no fish and chips

No worrying about a lifetime on those hips

No steam train journeys, no rides on the tram

No endless hours queueing in a traffic jam

No trips the cinema, circus or theatre show

No politely tolerating that strangers elbow

No shopping spree lunch at your favourite place

No car park frenzy for the last remaining space

No mystery tours, no camp site holiday

No map road rage because you lost your way

No holidays abroad, no taking off in a jet

No incessant asking “are we nearly there yet”

Count your blessings, one custom will remain

The weather forecast will be predicting rain