ITS BEEN A YEAR MY DEAR

Today it has been one year
In this camper with my dear
365 days in a 16 foot can
A woman, a dog, and a man
We can reach from bed to sink
Its even smaller than you think
Constitutionals when and where we can
Even dashing to the porta can
ME TV is what we see
A square antenna that is free
Where to do our mounting laundry
Seemingly a constant quandary
“Fill those tanks they’re low¬† again!”
How many campsites have we been?
Fifty two weeks, taking leaks outside
Growing together me and my bride
Could you would you do the same?
Play this camping and waiting game?
Linda deserves the world no less
Another six weeks my best guess
For untold sacrifices that she’s made
Our future plans now best laid