‘CAMPING FOR PLEASURE’ <br /> <br /> FIRST TIME, WE HADN’T EVEN GOT THE TENT OUT <br />THERE WAS THUNDER AND LIGHTENING <br />THEN IT PISSED DOWN WITH RAIN <br />SECOND TIME, IT SNOWED AND SNOWED <br />THE GROUND TURNED TO ICE <br />THE ICE TURNED TO AN ICE HOT PAIN <br /> <br />THE THIRD TIME, WE WERE TRAMPED ON <br />BY A MARAUDING HERD OF SHEEP, <br />ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH, SO THEY DID IT AGAIN <br />THE FOURTH TIME, STORMS BLEW AWAY THE TENT <br />BUT THE NIGHT IN THE HOTEL WAS HEAVEN SENT <br />THEN I WENT AND CAUGHT A TRAIN <br />FIFTH TIME, THE SCOUTMASTER GOT HIS WILLIE OUT <br />I TOOK HIS TENT PEG AND GAVE HIM SUCH A CLOUT <br />YOU’LL GUESS WHERE NO DOUBT, SO HARD <br />FROM SUCH ACTIVITIES IN FUTURE HE’LL REFRAIN <br /> <br />I SAID TO MY PAL LES THAT’S MY LAST CAMPING TRIP <br />NO USE TO COMPLAIN EVEN THOUGH IT IS INANE <br />LIKE WEARING A BALL AND CHAIN <br />IN THE MAIN FOR THE PLAIN ON THE PLAINS <br />WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN, WHAT’S TO GAIN <br />I THINK IT’S ALL INSANE <br />LES SAID THEY CALL IT CAMPING FOR PLEASURE <br /> <br /> <br />MICMAC<br /><br />Michael Micmac Mccrory<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camping-for-pleasure/
