I want to live in a caravan

Poem

I’d love to be in a caravan
A caravan for me.
Walking round in my caravan
Somewhere near the sea.
Bending down to watch my head
Making the sofa into a bed
Wake each morning wish I was dead
A caravan for me.

I’d love to be in a caravan
Perhaps on the Isle of Skye.
Freezing cold in a caravan
I’d like to give it a try.
It’s one step up from having to camp
Everything just smells of damp
Wake up in the night with a bad case of cramp
A caravan for me.

I’d love to be in a caravan
A tip top tin top home
Watch the sun rise in a caravan
No signal to use my phone.
It’s kind of like a weird drug
In bed last night I found a slug
Can’t watch the TV there’s only one plug
A caravan for me.

I’d love to be in a caravan
In a splendid rugged location
I’d put the heater on except
I’d die of asphyxiation.
Please come inside excuse the mess
I’m nice and snug though I do confess
To bouts of crushing loneliness
A caravan
A caravan
A caravan for me.

Author: Robert Garnham

Performance and spoken word artist.

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