My wife announced she’d bought me a caravan
Not something that was in my 5 year plan
It’s not a vehicle I’ve ever wanted to own
Either pre-fab panels or shining chrome
And so it was with doom and gloom
That I dragged my feet from room to room
Dreading what I’d see out back
Destined to give me a heart attack
And so what joy I then espied
When I set a toe outside
For down the drive and out of sight
We’re a string of camels on which to alight
Yes, a mobile caravan
But this would cross the Gobi or Sudan
© Caro Ness 2015
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