Campground "poetry"

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I was at a campground in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina back in the early 1980s, with my family.
I slept in a little blue tent on my own, and was regularly annoyed in the morning by the raucous birds that were everywhere.

"Those Grackles raise my hackles when they cackle.
I'd like to tackle one of those Grackles, and put it in shackles..."

Darron

I hate birdsongs.

After pitching my tent
In a suitable site
I was relaxing outside
As day turned to night.

And what do I see
To shatter my bliss?
But three little dogs
All taking a piss.

On my waterproof nylon
The piss trickled down
On the ropes and the pegs
All over the ground.

Their owner walked past
Not a word did he utter
About the stinking 3 mutts
Who belonged in the gutter.

They went on their way
I privately fumed
It was shocking behaviour
I wished them all doomed.

So late in the night
I opened his tent
I pissed from the doorway
In rivers it went.

I soaked all his bedding
Like a great firehose
Then took myself off
Before the sun rose.

I don't look for revenge
Your sins I won't tally.
But be warned in the future
And don't f**k with Raleigh.

True story.