Our plans were a midnight strike,
In and out with speed,
Under the cover of the darkness,
The only protection we'd need.
A visit to Charlie's home town,
Our girls were dancing there,
Not alerting the in-laws to our presence,
Would avert so much despair.
But with their sentient evilness,
Our presence was ascertained,
Now we have a full schedule,
Leaving me feeling pained.
"If you're down here you might as well,
Visit this person and that,
Then there's two birthdays to attend,
Outdoors, bring a hat.
You can stay in our humble home,
Keeps your kids under control,
Make sure you bring in no dirt,
I'll be on 24-hour patrol.
You must wash hands five times a day,
Don't use anything new,
Don't consume alcohol near my house,
And keep your kids near you."
So, what was a quick trip,
Then home for some rest,
Has turned into a trip into Hell,
And a monumental patience test.
We were set to just blast down and then blast back, but word got out that we were going to be in town. Suddenly, there were family events organised everywhere. Bugger.
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