Camping

A poem about a boy and his camping trip.

Camping


When I go camping
I live in the dirt.
For seven days
I wear the same shirt.
I don't take a bath
Or wash my hair.
I don't even change
My underwear!
My teeth get fuzzy
Because I don't brush.
I use a toilet
That doesn't flush.
My nails get black,
My knees get brown,
But I'm the happiest
Kid around!