Tent Pegs Burnt Legs

Tent pegs, burnt legs
Sun cream, ice cream
Swimming trunks, squashed lunch
Peeling tum, after sun.

Dusty feet, collapsing seat
Folding table, electric cable,
Sleeping pods, fishing rods
Guide ropes foreign notes.

Ground sheet, birds tweet.
Wind break, tent shake
Top box  midnight fox
Sweeping floor, rubbish torn

Barbecue, dodgy loo,
Gritty toes, runny nose
Flip flops dirty tops
Backpack rucksack

Gas ring, bee sting
Bug spray, all day
Camping Gaz, not last
Airbed  enough said

Glowstick picnic
Washing up, worst luck
Beard grown, photos shown
Journey home, money blown
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Kyser Avatar
February 14, 2022 at 2:57 AM
I love this. I have recently become a real fan of the staccato rhythms of short verses, and this is just great. A real ear tickle!
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January 24, 2022 at 2:51 PM
Your poem Graham has an uncanny tempo to the song (Baggy Trousers) by Madness, if not familiar you should have a listen online, great poem to read but only when indoors, cheers David
Thompson Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 9:21 AM
Love this poem, to which I can relate. Great rhythm and well written. Best wishes...Ron
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