Camping The sun is out and shining, and I'm stuck in doors disguising, My distaste at getting ready, to head on out for work. I'm rushing and I'm flustering, and attempting ; also mastering, To try and hide my morning smell, having woken late for work. But the sun is out and shining, and I've rushed on in, MY TIMING! For I am 1 minute till I start, I've now arrived on time for work. My day is slowly plodding, as I wash and clean what's trod in, From the customers who wonder in, with sand upon their feet. Ha-lay fucking Lu-lia, my day has wizzed and flown past, I'm packing up my stuff and I'm leaving late from work. I check my phone and scroll through, the messages you have sent too, Invite me for a barbie/camp now that i have finished work. So I buy me up some sausages and Pringles and some cabbages to take along to barbie and make a salad too. But... The night was good and tasty, The sausages not pasty, I cleared on up the salad and jumped into my tent. We talked a bit with people and we, looked out through our peephole but apart from that reality, began to just sink in. Camping isn't sunny, it's cold and not so funny, When you're shivering to gain heat at 3 bloody am! You wake up bloody starving, cold and so disheartened that the thought of moving now, brings grief to a campers face. So I tell you with intentions, to avoid the damned dimensions of the world of camping out, on any British eve. It's cold and dark and slimy, you wake up feeling grimy, and you then have to take the bloody things back down again! Avoid camping! Amen!