Camping Poem by JJ Evendon

Camping



Ah to go camping is a treat.
To lie under cover except for your feet.
Though the tent may be the best
with all the rain it will surely be put to test.
So when you wake up and should find the tent washed away,
you can always find a nice warm hotel in which to stay.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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