Micro-Poem (No.4) Not a Happy Camper
Not A Happy Camper.
My son is so excited
To camp is his desire.
I send him off to fetch some wood
So we can light the fire.
Night is falling quickly
The day is almost spent.
Before the light's completely gone
I have to pitch the tent.
I skim through the instructions
I've never camped before.
Struggling with the pegs and ropes
As rain begins to pour.
"I give up, it's just too hard
I'm freezing and I'm wet".
I let the tent fall to the ground,
And back in the car I get.
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