CAMPING

I am not and have never been a camper. In my family, we joke that our idea of camping is the Ritz Carlton. The picture above MY CAMPING actually is the Ritz Carlton, Rancho Mirage, CA!
Why I Hate To Go Camping: A Camping Poem
What do you mean
there is nowhere to wash my hair?
Did you see that animal running?
It was big black bear!

The mosquitoes here
are a big as birds!
They can give you malaria,
haven't you heard?

The tent is tiny
and in mine is a sly red fox.
Why don't they make tents
with doors that lock?

A chorus of owls
kept me up all night.
Hey, I thought they were
supposed to be so bright.

The ants have
launched a terrible attack
on me and my
pile of snacks!

Great, a campfire,
now, I smell like smoke.
I dropped my hot dog
and five marshmallows into the fire, no joke.

I am hungry and tired.
I want my soft bed.
I am tired of acorns and pinecones
landing on my head.
Poem by Bridgette Williams