An ode to soft play

Playing catch up….

Soft play is a misnomer
It really tests your mettle
A sea of screaming offspring
Make you reach for the gin not the kettle
My boys seem to love it
They’re having a ball
They shriek as they fly by
Then stumble and fall
Soft play is a trial
That much is true
So thank god there’s free wifi
And the tea’s not bad too



2 responses to “An ode to soft play”

  1. Am off to soft play tomorrow. There is no wifi there. Or gin. Or hope, apparently…


    1. Two words. Hip flask. Enjoy!


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