'Comfort Tent'
A poem by BuddyBlack
Raindrops falling
On my head
Wakes me from
My sleepy bed.
Inches of water
Around me lay
Gathered from clouds
That burst all day.
Oh! To find
A Comfort Inn,
And pitch my tent
In a suite there in.
But here I lay,
And rain pours down,
And pounds my tent
Into the ground.
A poem by BuddyBlack
Raindrops falling
On my head
Wakes me from
My sleepy bed.
Inches of water
Around me lay
Gathered from clouds
That burst all day.
Oh! To find
A Comfort Inn,
And pitch my tent
In a suite there in.
But here I lay,
And rain pours down,
And pounds my tent
Into the ground.
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