I’m not rugged like I was once.
I’m not smart, but I’m not a dunce.
I’m not fond of the canvas floors,
or the chores,
I was made for a nicer scene:
fluffy robe on a body clean,
parked in front of a flat TV screen.
Now here is what you must do.
Take me out of this campground.
Take me back into town.
I want a bathroom, a big soft bed,
fresh fruit and veggies to keep me fed.
Let me be near some shopping,
Starbucks Cafe would be swell.
And in one more bug bite I’m gone
from this outdoor hell.
© Susan Schoeffield
(A reluctant camper’s version of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” by Jack Norworth and Albert von Tizler).
It’s a two-fer for me on Day 3 of the Creative Bloomings “Granada Camp for Wayward Poets” July 2014 Poem-A-Day Challenge! Another poem inspired by a summer-themed song.