<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Tents</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Waltham, on a Soccer field</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A city of pink tents was pitched.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A neighborhood with real thin walls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some chat, some snore, some mainly itched.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the distance, thunder rumbled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Streaks of lightening split the sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon, I knew, the rain would come here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must find shelter, you and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am not the outdoors type-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five star hotels are more my speed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But out here on the soccer field</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tent building skills are what I need</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I 'liberate' a sheet of tarp</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To serve as floor for our domain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with your help I pitched the tent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while laughing in the pouring rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once inside the nylon bubble</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(My shoes and clothes quite soaked with rain) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tiny leak, a Chinese torture</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drop by dropp upon my brain..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back out again into the Tempest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back out across the sodden field</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m seeking out a piece of plastic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to keep out the piss warm rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I return to our tent in triumph</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sheet of propylene I found</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is just the thing to keep the rain out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plop down on the slick wet ground..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woman in the tent beside us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a lusting Walrus snores, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But twenty miles this day behind us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I soon won’t care if Lions roar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420058" data-title="In Tents de John F. McCullagh" data-description="In Waltham, on a Soccer field A city of pink tents was pitched. A neighborhood with real thin walls Some chat, some snore, some mainly itched. In the distance, thunder rumbled. Streaks of lightening split the sky Soon, I knew, the rain wo..."></div> </div> </div>

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