Park Life

The things you hear about happening after dark,
Are part-and-parcel of daily life on park,
Work is hard and the hours are long,
You do your best but there is always something wrong,
No drugs: A company policy;
But I have seen many a bong,
People from all walks of life,
Teenagers, single mums the odd husband and wife,
There is a new party every single day,
Under the radar they often stay,
Noise complaints;
Caught out and you will pay.
Aquabar, Jesters, Showbar, Mash and Bash,
Work, rest and play,
Earn some cash,
Caravans and chalets is where we stay,
For a quiet check-in;
We so often pray.
Park-life isn’t all fun and frolics,
A lot of it is utter bollocks!
From the strictest of complex bosses and team leaders,
To the moaning, groaning Sun holiday bottom-feeders.
Caravan owners always after something for free,
All the hard work and the effort;
Everyone seems to fail to see.
Grasses, cheats and gossips on site,
Stressed out team members,
The odd argument and fight.
This life is not for just anyone,
People come and can’t handle it,
The next minute they are gone,
Saying that they couldn’t take the shit!
Those who stay: working all hours of the day,
Are the opposite; often saying they wouldn’t have it any other way,
Hung-over, tired and an early morning shift,
You work through it as best you can,
Tesco’s lager offer: Late night lift!
There is a whole world and a way of life on park,
That the guests just don’t see,
Thirty six little communities around the U.K,
On one of them you may stay,
If you do, keep an eye out for me,
You might find me at Kiln Park or Primrose Valley.