(to be read after Camping # 1)
Why are we camping I ask myself In the heat Sweating my arse off Swearing into the air Frustration right there The shelter needs to go up You need food We need to find the water tap I need the toilet And a cup of tea They will have to wait The heat rises in the air And so do your emotions You shout, getting it all out We could return home Sleep in our own beds Eat at a table But we are here In a field Out of choice In the air that feels like An oven And we will have fun Yes we will have fun I promise Once I've got this f**king Shelter Up.
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