Hot in my Bathroom…

Yes, I have beaten the fact,

That my camper is cold,

To death and back, so old,

I am quite sure that an email from the den,

With my name on it,

Makes you think, oh no, not another whine,

About the cold & how its not so fine.

But have strength, oh readers of little faith,

For this is not a rant to vent,

Nor a poem to bitch or moan,

I have come up with a new idea,

Will wonders never cease?!

I am here to say today,

That while, yes, this old beast,

Is at the least,

Colder than Rufuz’ nose…

My bathroom on the other hand,

The place where I poop, shower & primp,

While it could be of a larger size,

Is oh so f***ing warm, hot to be exact,

In comparison, the rest of this my happy home.

Must be its smallness,

Room to stand, sit and shower is all,

Hardly room, though, to turn around,

Have to back out after you’re in,

But still in all with the Dry-Z-Air & on-board heat,

That room stays hot,

Man, it can’t be beat!

                                       (ed)   [& you were worried, weren’t ya?]