A Little Dirt Does Not Hurt!

Pffft as a litterbox maybe. But that is it at my sea. What is it with badgering people anyway? Think all should like what they like at ones bay? Pffft once more. They can stuff their wilderness forever more.

You should come,
Bring some rum.
Sleep on the ground.
The stars can be found.

Crap in a hole.
Go for a forest stroll.
Sit around a fire,
Until time to expire.

Come pitch a tent.
Time well spent.
The ground is fine,
Good for the spine.

Eat great food,
When in the mood.
Go for a swim,
Until the lights go dim.

Climb a tree,
To see what you can see.
Nature is everywhere,
Make it your lair.

Pffft to you.
Like my flushing loo.
Sleep in the dirt?
Where animals stop to squirt.

Yeah, sounds so grand.
Could jump off land,
And swim you say?
With all the fecal matter at play.

That also sounds great.
Should be everyone's fate.
And sit around a fire,
When even your ass crack does perspire?

Why not add fuel to it.
Screw the A/C unit.
And eat crap food?
That is just rude.

If I want to sleep in the dirt,
And cause my back hurt,
I'll be reborn as a snake.
Until then, go fall in an earthquake.

The cat is delicate you say? Pffft that is okay by my bay. The wilderness can bite me. A walk or day in it is fine at my sea. But sleeping there on the ground when a house with a bed is around? Pffft to that. I would rather be a house cat. So on camping I will take a pass. You can sleep in animal squirt and swim in fecal matter for my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.