Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Angus went camping
He'd pitched a tent in the kitchen
Smashed the tent pegs into seat cushions and floor tiles and everything
He tried to avoid unnecessary trips to the fridge and had a hose pipe spewing water onto the tent to keep it as real as possible
It was a mess

A naked woman sat on a picnic blanket or something.
The men with her were not naked which seemed a bit strange.
But women look better naked anyway so it wasn't too much of a big deal.
The grapes and pastries had gone everywhere.