Camping Is :
Tiny, angel faced, fuzzy headed, little girls with baggy pants, bowed legs, toddling about.
A Wet Minnie Mouse towel hanging on a makeshift clothesline,
alongside others with college logos's and Elvis ;
Fifty something year old women in skimpy, ill fitted bathing suits,
unaware that gravity has shifted when they were not looking ;
Noisy, gas, golf carts loaded with teenage boys,
looking for golf carts loaded with teenage girls ;
Pot bellied, old men looking at golf carts full of teenage girls...wistfully ;
A big swimming pool full of screaming kids, splashing and pushing
their very best pal under the water ;
Cooking aroma's wafting through the park at five o'clock each evening ;
Camp fires burning until dawn ;
Fat ladies eating huge piles of ice cream stacked on a cone,
vowing to diet next week ;
a young couple with two babies renting a cheap, on-sight camper,
waiting for fancier digs, when they hit the lottery ;
A young father, beer bottle in hand, pushing a child in a stroller round and
round the park, until the baby falls asleep ;
Old men pulling into the park with rigs costing more than a house,
not to be out done by the guys that came before them.
I LOVE CAMPING !!!
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