A camping I went
Camping I went, what a glorious sight.
Water glistened in the pale moon light-
Fog arose with the morning dew,
it was chilly and temp so cool
The bugs and ticks how they'd bite-
so repellent was sprayed...oh what delight!
In the tent I tried to sleep-
but devilish raccoon's played in the trees.
Fishing was fun and oh the glee, when
my son caught a trout, glory be.
Much to my horror and delight
I watched while he gutted and
chopped off its head that night
The bugs, now I mentioned,
but let me reflect- they buzzed and
hummed and caused me too fret.
Around my head and body they flew
landing in my mouth, I ate some it's true.
Camping, it's great, it was a blast-
but it's not like I remembered from the past.
My bones they ache, my legs are bruised-
I keep scratching, because the bathrooms were crude.
Next time I go and as I gather the gear,
I'll recall my friend who brings an RV every year-
There I'll rest in peace as the cool air blows,
and laugh at the bugs, who can't fly up my nose.