With thanks to Laurie Van Der Hart
for giving me this poem's start
He came awake with belly rumbling
then choices hard went through his head—
to rise in tent with trousers fumbling?
into the dark and maybe tumbling?
or greater risk to stay instead?
It came out really well, Glen! I like the final title. Thank you for the rhyming credit. I didn't realise the scene involved sickness.
double thanks on this one, laurie. yes, the sickness of eating too much of different foods and digestive upset. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A cute poem... when I first read it I thought the hapless camper just needed to go to the bathroom- it was only after I read the topics and reread the poem that my eyes caught the rumble of the belly line and- the light snapped on- - the poor camper had issues! ! ! and I vote for a scurry to the nearest bush or tree! ! ! You don't want accidents in your tent! ! ! ! !
yes, a quandary indeed. thanks for reading and commenting on my poem, susan. -glen