by smithpeter
You almost fooled me on this one--it started out so normal, and I pictured you watching the tent through passing time, laughing--but then I hit that last part, which is pure smithpeter whimsy. :)
Many smithpeter poems are all but incomprehensible to non-cogentsia.
So approach each one
in tense
trepidation.
This one makes perfect sense,
is well and wittily written,
wilely tent with wryly sensed
anticipation.
Did smithpeter fuck up?
Waiting intently
you know, it is true when I say that I came back to read this several times, because it was so humorous, sorry, especially the turmoil that this tent has caused you, I have never read personification of camping equipment before. You rock
Seattle says it perfectly. This poem carried me to the bitter end. Poor misunderstood tent.
Thanks for the romp sp.
I read this after discovering there was poetry at literotica the same time I saw that there was a place that told you about new poems....it was the one that caught my attention. I am very glad you did not throw this away as silly, because first of all, silly is a good thing, when it plays out like this.