refugees-2071291_1280This isn’t really a tip, but it ties in with my previous post about using May as a setting.  This poem sums up my feelings about the month since I have kids in school.

MAY

Some of us may scream.

Some of us may shout.

One thing is for certain.

All of us want out!

The teachers are exhausted.

The parents are worn out.

The kids haven’t worked since March

And only plan escape routes.

Some of us may sulk.

Some of us may pout.

Some of us may push and shove

And fight a title bout.

But just like death and taxes,

It’s true without a doubt.

After nine l-o-n-g moths of school

ALL OF US WANT OUT!