Camping without Nature

Oh camping, its such a task

I sit in a leather chair

in this large tin can.

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I wake up early

for my eggs and ham

cooked by Juliette

my camping hand.

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I smell the flowers

freshly picked by Jose

and delivered to me

like a giant bouquet.

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I go to bed late

so I can see all the stars

though these bugs I do hate

blocking my skylight view of mars.

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Short silly poem. Thanks for reading.