“Honey, Can We Go Home Now: Camping is a Bust!”
I need my beauty sleep;
Where it’s quiet—not a peep.
This camping thing is for the birds–
Do you hear my words?
“Yes, dear, I hear your ornery words, loud and clear;
We’re leaving today; you have nothing to fear.”
Good! Let’s get packed—I need some sleep;
Where it’s quiet—not a peep!
The owls were hooting all night;
Kept me wide awake with that loud hoot all night!
And those howling dogs—I think they were.
Worried me, thinking I was their lunch for sure.
I want out of here, and I want to leave fast–
No more camping for me; this was the last!
Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter) 
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