Leila lying at the lido,
Lapping up some Don DeLillo.
Bob basking on the bietzsche,
With his daily dose of Nietzsche.
Paul poised by the pool,
Pouring over VS Naipaul.
Tania wrapped in beach towels,
Explores the works of John Fowles.
Cilla instilled inside her villa,
Still engrossed in Friedrich Schiller.
Deborah delays before she dips in,
Immersed entirely in Solzhenitsyn.
But I’m hiding under my duvet,
Reading a biography of Michael Bublé.