We leave a comfy, screened-in flat
To fight mosquito, fly and gnat.
Forsaking chairs and table, we
Squat on the ground beneath a tree
And try, with feeble laugh and quip
To transport food from lap to lip.
{Have dry-ice planes, I wonder, tried7
For when it rains, we eat inside.}
(alternate:)
{Oh for a plane and dry-ice! I’d
Much prefer to eat inside.}
by Ray Romine Tuesday, June 20, 1950
