Thank you, thunder, for reminding me
I ought to have gone to pee
Before I fell to sleep
A rush through camp to avoid the damp
Is a minor victory
If only it weren’t three
In the morning.
Back to the tent, lickety split
Quick, before the rains can test
The seams which silicon did seal
On pained hands and knees
A much better use than augmented breasts.
Now I lie and listen to the score
Descending elegies of rain doth pour
As my child and I sink to the lowest point of the floor…
I fear a microscopic leak (or four)
Escapes the air mattress–oh what distress!
But I shan’t complain in the thunderous rain
The cool night air and the lightning’s glare
Through which I cannot sleep
For now I think the ramen soup I drank
A lazy meal choice I cannot thank
Means I have to pee again.
Asterisk Bedazzled Footnote:
*Camping is to poetry as incontinence is to convenience.