04-11-2015, 07:31 PM
Trapped in the tent
You can keep your fine dining
and the poshest of grub,
some French foie gras
or an old English pub.
I don't need a sunset
to sip the best wine,
or the scent of a Riesling
over-looking the Rhein.
Just give me a shelter
that flaps in the rain,
let the beach run empty
and the gulls call our name.
Then waft me a pasty,
a Cornish delight,
to steam up my glasses
and laugh at our plight.
You can keep your fine dining
and the poshest of grub,
some French foie gras
or an old English pub.
I don't need a sunset
to sip the best wine,
or the scent of a Riesling
over-looking the Rhein.
Just give me a shelter
that flaps in the rain,
let the beach run empty
and the gulls call our name.
Then waft me a pasty,
a Cornish delight,
to steam up my glasses
and laugh at our plight.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out