Are we nearly there?

I stare out the window,
The colours whipping by
I pull faces at Finlay
To occupy the time.

Mummy looks weary
Bo looks worn out
Daddy gets more frustrated when I say,
Are we there yet, can we get out?'

I kick the front seat endlessly, bored out my mind
Not noticing my mummy's angry eyes.
I start whinging whilst tapping my foot,
'I'm hungry daddy, when can we stop?'

'Mummy, Daddy, please stop..
I had too much juice and I so need to go!'
Oh dear I think they're annoyed
Really, what on Earth did I do?

Now my eyes are drooping slowly
Feeling heavier until they shut
I hear a voice in the distance...
'Mia, we're here now, come on wake up!'
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