Who has a camping poem?

There once was a young man named Cary,
Who's ideas on trailers did vary.
He built a C.I.,
So sweet you could cry.
And now all our camping is merry!

Okay...it's a limerick, not a poem. But, what the heck-it's fun!

Give it a go, guys.

Sue

 

Ode to Joy Ahoy

The “joy”ful adventure has just begun,
We’re seeking new landscapes under the sun.
We’ll feel the sun upon our faces,
As we pull our teardrop to unknown places.
Oh, to smell the green earth as the breeze passes by,
As we travel the roads ‘neath cerulean skies.
The trails we’ll hike we do not know,
But from park to campsite we will go.
So “Ahoy” to the travels that are to be,
And “Ahoy” to the places that we will see.
It’s not long now ‘till the maiden voyage,
And new experiences for Dave and Rene Hoy!

 

Oooooooo! Like the "cerulean skies".

That beats my limerick.

Who's next?

Sue and Jim