No In-Tent-Ion Poem by Mary Champion

The thought of living under canvas, leaves me cold,
I'm way too old.
Enjoy my creature comforts far too much -
warm beds and such.
No mains power or water from a tap -
Been there, done that -
Grew up in North Devon decades gone
where turning on
a switch was not an option.
The adoption
of mains water hadn't happened,
as it happened.
Carried up the water from a well
and had to fell
our own trees for firewood.
Not so good
for the clean air of the planet.
But they ran it
that way then. Oil lamps for light
lit up the night.
No gas, or electric power,
no bath or shower.
A cooker heated by a Primus
would provides us
with surprisingly good meals.
But that reveals
my Mum's amazing baking flair,
I wouldn't dare
to recommend a Primus oven
to do your cooking.
So, no thanks to sleeping in a tent
My nights are spent
on a springy mattress with a duvet.
I like it that way.