(Hopefully) 1 Poem a week for 52 weeks |
| Carry On Camping Cuthbert Cuthbert had a passion for camping so intent was he on enjoying his particular pastime that naught else would pique his fancy picturesque places where one could pitch a tent conceal oneself beneath the canvas and oh the food consumed in the open air cooked on a campfire - of course Cuthbert cherished each slumber in a sleeping bag waking to the sounds of birds or soft rain each drop but a note in a symphony of syncopations gleefully boiling coffee in a can over hissing gas peering out pensively through the flaps no demands on the day permission to pursue his all consuming passion |