Their camper van was ready to go
A countryside trip was their aim
The final destination they did not know
But their enjoyment was very plain
They pulled up near to a wood
For a well earned refreshment break
Out came the flask and some food
A rest they decided to take.
'Ron' said Margaret very urgently
'There is something I must do'
'I really need to go for a wee
But around here there isn't a loo! '
'No problem' said Ron, ' Go behind yon tree,
I'll keep watch you'll be in no danger! '
Margaret just finished and felt quite free
When who came in sight the ranger.
'You can't park here you must move on'
He said in a knowing kind of a way
Whether he had seen what had just gone on
Well they could not really say.
Margaret returned home her friends to see,
Her story she told with a giggle
About when she squatted down for a wee
And about the nettles that made her wriggle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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