A place to post your campervan poems or campervan poems you came across and liked When I was out walking I did espy A camper van with a tear in it`s eye, It wasn`t too big nor was it too small But from it`s headlight a tear did fall. My pity for this I just couldn`t hide And so I dared to venture inside, I had to see just what was it`s plight And see if I could help to put things right. You and I shall have a little natter And you can tell me what is the matter, `I don`t think I`m wanted` it replied And then it simply broke down and cried. `I have been sold by the people I knew They treated me well and my fondness grew, The family increased so I had to go It was hard to take, it was quite a blow`. `I was brought up North but this I don`t mind Just so long as my new owners are kind, But since I arrived by wheels have not turned And so I feel that I have been spurned`. `His cry is always` "I`m too busy to go I have a lot of work don`t you know", `She replies` "You`ll have to learn to say NO Then off on our travels we can go". I want the key in my ignition to turn Then on to the road and some rubber we`ll burn, To feel the breeze thru` my open windows blow Then I will show them just how I can go. But for now I stand all sad and forlorn I don`t want to be declared as SORN I`m scared if I stand that my bits will rust Then to scrap me would become a must. I said, `Oh camper van please do not cry I will help you or at least I`ll try, I`ll see if they will sell you to me I`d put you on the road and you`d be free.
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When we first met, you didn't run, But you promised lots of fun, In need of work on all the rust, The list was large that sent me bust, Lots of welding underneath, Tyres and wires and that gave me grief, Leaking oil, blocked carburetor, So many things to make you better, Rock & roll bed and a new seat Leather panels to make you neat, Bright new paint, chrome and wood, Whatever it takes to make you good, New wood floor and cupboards too, Polished up and looking new, Finally a tank of fuel, I am a forever a campervan fool, Together we take our first new ride, I laugh, I smile, I'm filled with pride. My own work by Dan aged 37 and a half
It has become quite obvious that I can offer nothing technical about camper vans but if you need something creative.....
