'Camping For Pleasure' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

'Camping For Pleasure'

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‘CAMPING FOR PLEASURE’

FIRST TIME, WE HADN’T EVEN GOT THE TENT OUT
THERE WAS THUNDER AND LIGHTENING
THEN IT PISSED DOWN WITH RAIN
SECOND TIME, IT SNOWED AND SNOWED
THE GROUND TURNED TO ICE
THE ICE TURNED TO AN ICE HOT PAIN

THE THIRD TIME, WE WERE TRAMPED ON
BY A MARAUDING HERD OF SHEEP,
ONE TIME WASN’T ENOUGH, SO THEY DID IT AGAIN
THE FOURTH TIME, STORMS BLEW AWAY THE TENT
BUT THE NIGHT IN THE HOTEL WAS HEAVEN SENT
THEN I WENT AND CAUGHT A TRAIN
FIFTH TIME, THE SCOUTMASTER GOT HIS WILLIE OUT
I TOOK HIS TENT PEG AND GAVE HIM SUCH A CLOUT
YOU’LL GUESS WHERE NO DOUBT, SO HARD
FROM SUCH ACTIVITIES IN FUTURE HE’LL REFRAIN

I SAID TO MY PAL LES THAT’S MY LAST CAMPING TRIP
NO USE TO COMPLAIN EVEN THOUGH IT IS INANE
LIKE WEARING A BALL AND CHAIN
IN THE MAIN FOR THE PLAIN ON THE PLAINS
WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN, WHAT’S TO GAIN
I THINK IT’S ALL INSANE
LES SAID THEY CALL IT CAMPING FOR PLEASURE


MICMAC

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