My Night

Fun poem about a night I spent by the campfire. Don't take to serious. Meant to be fun.

"My Night"

Sitting by the campfire,
The air is cool and brisk,
I can hear my children's laughter
Coming from the tent.

I look up to the heavens,
I see stars through the smoke,
my wife gives me a kiss
she says I taste like Jack and coke.

The tall and lovely dancers,
swaying in the breeze,
I just can't help but love,
the rhythm of the trees.

Tomorrow we go hiking,
To see the mighty falls,
But tonight my bride lies waiting,
I am defenseless to her call.