The carcasses
Of dead mosquitos
Decorate
My screens.
I’m holdin’ out
Inside for now,
Of this Airstream
I am queen.
Camping sounded
Oh so fun;
Bright fires
And marshmallows.
Now I’m bleeding
For the bugs;
I’m such
A juicy Fellow.
I listen now
With much intent
For incessant
Nighttime droning.
If I could swat
These nasty @#$%#@’s
I’d spend
Much less time
Moaning.
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As deep as you want to go.......
Comments
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Made me laugh
..and that's pretty good for me tonight, up at an ungodly hour and seeming to have read about 80 pieces that left me ready for the grave. This was an antidote to all that, maybe i can sleep now... no bugs here.thanks Best RA
PS the tortures of camping should not go unsung... -
hey algo
i guess trailer park living isnt' all its cracked up to be. i thought this was sort of a cute, funny poem. get some bug spray.
dave

