When the final scallop has been eaten
And I’ve mopped up the spicy sauce with bread;
When the volcano top has been beaten,
Just so I could disprove what you had said;
After the kayak has been put to shore
From skimming out to a calving glacier;
After we have visited the gift store
We are forced to see on a museum tour;
When the mementoes are in the cases
That we have purchased without much thinking;
When we have gotten rid of all traces
In hotels where our butts had been sinking;
With the memories of this holiday,
We can return to our regular fray.
John Collings 