Camped Out

Looking out the window

All eyes stare back at me

As they set up their tents

And take out their cutlery

Everyone is happy

Everyone is one the ball

Until the tent wont go up

This was their short fall

Someone forgot the pegs

To hold it in the ground

All I can hear it shouting

There no where to be found

Im sitting here sipping

My warm cup of tea

When all of a sudden

One of them are standing in front of me

Can I help you

As I look on in shock

Have you any pegs

When off I go to the plastic box

And take out some of mine

They were the ones I brought in

The previous day

Off the washing line

They look at me

As if to say

Are you for real

Well you asked for pegs

So here you are

Now off you go on your way

Poor innocent look on their face

Not wanting to argue back

Sure I was only having fun

Only having a laugh

As I reach in underneath the box

Of bit and bobs of old things

I hear a shout

I think I found

The bloody rotten things

A deep sigh of relieve I felt

He was giving out to much

Couldn’t bare to listen to any more

Thank god I heard myself say

So until another comes along

I will pack the pegs safely away