WORK IN PROGRESS
Summer Camp 1963
My young self did a camping go,
And on my shirt a badge did show,
I was so young I was not in the know,
Among the tents so green-o ...
The first day I my mother missed,
The second day a friend I kissed,
The third day spent as we had wished,
Among the tents so green-o ...
The fourth day I did have some fun,
I had a model-making competition won.
Later on I had caught the sun,
Among the tents so green-o ...
The fifth day I helped build the fire,
I also found a singer to admire,
Flames were in my heart and desire,
Among the tents so green-o ...
The sixth day I was stripped and mocked,
I bathed with older boys, naked - I was shocked,
That memory ever since was blocked,
Among the tents so green-o ...
The seventh day my brother upped and left,
After that I was lost and bereft,
Was it my fault that we were deft? **
Among the tents so green-o ...
The twelth day we all had to go back,
I was ashamed and had to unpack,
They all saw dried shit from my crack,
Among the pants so brown-o ...
** Written in June 2017, this doesn't make sense to me now - the words definitely need some work!!