I saw a great tent.
In I went
And found therein
Every man’s particular sin.
There I met
A girl called regret
Who did smile
And for a while
Invited men to forget
All pain.
Returning again and again
They Forged their own chain.
I shook my head
As the gambler said
“This time I shall win”,
For I saw the bookie grin
Drinkers from far and near
Revelled in wine and beer.
They drank and drank
As the sun rose and sank.
“Cheers.
More beers
Here, barmaid for we are soon dead”.
Someone said.
As he spoke
That tent disappeared in sulphur and smoke.
K Morris - Poet 
Hi there I got you off mostlyblogging meet and greet … great poem … i have a little story when i called up your blog to this poem i got a call from someone that talked about his recent camping trip. I know this poem is not really about kind of tent. but we chuckled.
Thank you for your comment and liking my poem. I can see why you and your friend chuckled. Kind regards, Kevin