It was a good Idea
For our hol's why don't we camp
Our home shall be a tent
So what if we get damp

At one with the outdoors
Nature shall be our host
(You just forgot to mention...
When the sun shines, we would roast)

Torrential rains, gale force winds
The tent shudders with each gust
A warm fire and a pint
In a pub is all I lust

Late at night, getting dressed
Running to the loo's for a ***
If I went instead in the hedge
Do you think anyone would see?

We could be on a beach
In the south of Spain
Instead we're in a farmers field
Getting drenched in the rain

We climb the rugged mountain
Each step my breath gasps loud
The views on top are fantastic...
From the inside of a cloud

Forget the soak in a hot bath
A lukewarm shower, then dressed still damp
Dinner cooked on a camping stove
A one pan meal eaten hunched and cramp

But as time goes by...
The memories, away  they fade
It really wasn't all that bad
Good times a plenty we had made

Now we plan for next summer
How should our time be spent?
I find myself shouting out
Why don't we go camping in a tent!

:-(