Five more minutes please

Tried to get Trevor up bright and early as we had decided to have a day in Montpelier and with eight of us to get ready it was going to be a bit of a lottery as to who got the bathroom first.

I must add when Trevor was a small boy he was a nightmare to get up for school and would always ask for five more minutes please, this inspired me to write this poem for him.

Oh what shall we do with Trevor, he won’t get out of bed
He is laying there quite still with a pillow on his head

We have shaken and prodded and called out loud his name
But he still just lies there all our cries are in vain

We look out of the window and see a passing Plod
We call him to the bedroom but all he does is nod

We try once more with a Fireman and a very great big hose
All he could say was I could douse him I suppose

We tried once more with a Vicar but all he did was pray
He made us all hang our heads and say “God please get him out of bed one day”

With the Plod the Fireman and the Vicar we stood around the bed
Paul cried I wonder if the alarm clock killed him when I threw it at his head

Paul cried and wept and wailed and dropped down to his knees
Only to see the covers stir and Trevor cry “5 more minutes please”

Since moving to France I have written the odd poem much to the amazement of the family my youngest son declared he thought I needed to get a job as he felt I had far too much spare time on my hands and I could probably use it a lot more wisely. I am enjoying myself and will carry on whenever the inspiration comes.

We spent an enjoyable day at Montpellier and watched the girls as they joyfully went around and around on the merry go round at the place de comedie.