Midnight visitor

A Bug got in my Sleeping Bag
It had been a long day, we’d paddled away

After dinner we’d early retired

It was two in the morning, I was quietly snoring

It was safe to say that I was tired
How the bug got on through, I don’t have a clue

But I knew that he really was here

When he got in my sack and he ran down my back

And took a great bite of my rear
I let out a Yelp and thought it would help

If I gave it a really good scratch

I searched quick and hard and found aero guard 

And gave a spray round the patch
So some little bug, thought I was a mug

“I’ll get you” I said with a laugh

So I sprayed high and low, then he ran over my toe

Then bit me on the back of my calf
You little brighter I said as I lay in my bed

And I thought up a way to harass him

So I let one go, down deep below

And I decide to finally gas him
Then things went all hazy, the bug just went crazy

I could tell he was really annoyed

He bit me some more, my bag I then tore

And in a rage my tent I destroyed

So I’m standing there in my blue underwear

Looking down at what’s left of my tent 

Then the bug crawled on out, and without even a shout

He walked into the grass and he went.  MS