Camping Poems

My hammock in the storm
The eye is just off
But I am warm
A category four!
The wind tore the trees
Except of course for mine
The interior of the sheet does not break
Neither the water line
Oh swell, the winds of hell
Eighty miles an hour!
Seabirds are dying and the cattle fly
I swing in my crib

(Try to sing to the tune of "Jingle Bells".)

Okay Fantisiful!

I can not believe how really is gay.

Tremenjous, just tremenjous.

It's great!