Thursday, 21 January 2021

Bardic Verse: ‘The Curse of Camping' by Milady Nelly Iverson

A trip to take
Our trio wished,
To the world full of wonder
West of our home. Our shire’s story To see for ourselves, Of mystery, magic and More of the same. We wanted and wished for The weather to bless us, We looked with great longing For low winds and high heat. Our planning was perfect We all presupposed, Though fully fallible We felt before long, With tent and titillation Our trip started out. Until a rather minor misstep Materialized on the way. For controlling our carriage, Continue I must. Such studies my friends Saved had for later. To fight such a strain, I swallowed hard. And half-day after Arrive we did. Museum of magic And mysteries we saw. Before sandman with sleep Shut our eyes.