Poor Dad! (IP)

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 06 May 2013
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Hungry on holiday
kids’ tummies sad
end of a jolly day, –
‘Where’s the chippie, Dad?’

Driving up and all around,
‘Stop, Dad, ask a passer-by’
‘Need a local on home ground
clear directions to supply.’

‘Please, sir, could you tell me where …’
he freezes, shrivels to a stop –
looks behind the man, to where
“Fish and Chips” festoons the shop!

Blunders then, ‘Is this the nearest
“Fish and Chips”?’ he mumbles, blurts,
and so receives the blankest, queerest
look, his kids laugh til it hurts.

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This one rang a few bells for me, Rhiannon, and it's made me very hungry;-) A lovely take on the I.P. Hope you have sunshine today. It is glorious here, and ducks plus chicks on the pond as well! Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, Tina. Glad you enjoyed. Yes, we're having lovely sunshine, so welcome after the long wait! Lovely to see the dandelions! (and all the other flowers!) Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Rhiannonw Lovely poem enjoyed it all. Good one for (I.P) Like words his kids laughed! until it hurts true! Glad you have sunshine,mind the Dandelions if fingers, put in the mouth very bitter,saw a child with one,I mentioned. I have done when young to. Yes,bud flowers blooming everywhere,the Tulips our garden huge,flounced open in the hot sun brilliant red. Now cluster of pink blossom,back tree sky high! only last a few days,and dies,so out with the camera quick! julie x

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you, Julie, glad you enjoyed, and 'liked'! You certainly seem to enjoy the beauties of creation around you this late spring, – I too enjoy using the camera to catch the lovely sights. warm regards, Rhiannon

 

Submitted by VeraClark on
This made me smile. A Blunderbus Dad.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you Vera, glad it gave you a smile! It reminded me of how easily we put our foot in it more when embarrassed! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This put a smile on my face too Rhiannon. Reminded me of my own childhood in Cornwall. Thank you for sharing a moment in time. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Glad you enjoyed, Jenny. Yes, I don't quite know where the story came from, but it was nice getting it in short verse! Nice to see you back. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

This poem is good fun - less intense than lots of your poems, but with a message all the same. My husband would never stop and ask for directions. He preferred being lost for ages, and then eventually finding the destination on his own.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

My husband too, is very loth to jump in and ask, and when I do, so often it is a stranger who doesn't know the area, and, rather like in this poem, recently I did so when we'd been wandering around trying to find a way into Richmond Park, one gate seemed closed, and one set of directions left us with 'and when you get there, ask again', but when I saw a likely guide, and rolled down the window, he looked at me rather oddly I thought, and said this road ends just a few yards up there at the gate to the Park! Rhiannon