The Perils of Camping
Sleeping in a tent at night
Zippered in cosy and warm
You and me then bugs take flight
In a cloud they swarm
They hover round choose their prey
Your perfume means they bite me
In my sleeping bag I lay
then off to Dawn (P)
Allan Williams for Bite Me contest (as I am new I went for some else new Dawn Pulido)
9~4~2012
Copyright © Allan Williams | Year Posted 2012
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