My family had a camping trip,
but things did not go well.
It was a first for all of us
as anyone could tell.
No doubt it would have been quite fun —
had there been no storm,
and had the tent not sprung a leak,
and if it had been warm.
No doubt we would have cooked our meal
over burning wood,
had my father brought his torch —
it would have tasted good.
No doubt we would have gotten sleep,
had there been no rain,
and my sister would have done
more than just complain.
No doubt we just imagined things —
there probably was no bear.
There probably was no big bad wolf
whose howl caused quite a scare.
No doubt, except for all these things,
it would have been a blast,
yet when it comes to camping trips,
no doubt that is our last.
The Lonely Meatball 
Aww…that’s kind of sad. I have been on a few of those, though.
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You know, I’ve never camped. I used to think it would probably be fun, but I’m now at the point where I think it would just be uncomfortable!
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Well, these last few years I have bought a cot, with a mat, for sleeping in the tent. I used to just sleep under the stars but that’s not for me anymore.
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Clearly, you’re a sensible man!
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Clearly, someone has taught this kid to look on the bright side in life. I always think that’s a bad idea. 😉
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I guess it’s better to be pleasantly surprised than bitterly disappointed!
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Been there/done that!
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