Get the kids. Get the bags. Pack the boot. Start the car.
And save that look for your Mother,
For having her jamborees so far.
Did you pee? Did you wash?
Are you sure the doors are locked?
Where’s your brother? Why right now?
Where does he think we’ll squeeze in his guitar?
No, you won’t.
Not you, too.
Don’t care if the harmonica will be something to do.
Off we go.
Off we are.
Right into bumper-to-bumper trucks.
We’ll never make it.
Best turn back.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Jamboree in 86 words