Morning Moaning…

To be up before the sun,

In a campground with tents and apparently fun,

Moaning does come out of the tent,

And screaming out to the gods,

A certain pleasure, somebody on their knees making the great descent…

Fog though there is, our bodies tell us the time has cum,

To make whoopee with our tent partners,

To tell the rest of the campers, we are morally inept, in the light of the sun…

Can hear it all over the campground,

They giggle and scream,

Having fun they are doing, making the rest of us wish we could cream,

Ah finally over, the great climatic end,

But hear do I, “Hey let’s do it again!”

                © ed ~ 9/7/04