Escape Artists

The tools for escape are many
But we require only a few
A beautiful day, each other’s company
A pleasant repast and a bottle or two

There is no scratching holes in walls
Or tunnel-digging required
We won’t have to hide in dirty laundry
Or climb fences electrified and barb-wired

Our plan is to laugh and sing
And hope the good weather will hold
Hope the flies won’t bother us too much
Hope the ice will keep our drafts frosty cold

For what sort of escape would it be
If we couldn’t relax and be slack
Before the dogs of mundanity catch our scent
And the working week drags us back