I’m back from Devon,

I really am!

We stayed in a tent –

not a caravan!

 

They said it’d be cold,

I didn’t believe ‘em,

now I want to go home,

to my central heating.

 

The tent was fun,

it really was!

I really enjoyed it,

despite the frost.

 

The night was long,

we had power cuts;

we couldn’t do owt,

it drove us nuts!

 

The rain lashed down,

and the winds were a fright.

We sat and played Black Jack

on a cold, dark camp site.

 

I hated the night time,

I really did!

It was so flippin’ noisy,

sleep? – God forbid!

 

For hours at a time

the little ones whinged.

All the drunks they sang songs,

whilst the sober ones cringed.

 

Early morning was quiet.

No – I lied,  it was not!

The babies would bawl

to get out of their cot.

 

The mud was fun

as we took down the tent;

the rain not so much,

and I started to vent!

 

A six hour trip

and now we are near.

Was it all worth it –

shall we do it next year?

 

 

© Camping Capers 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

 

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