Once again this poem went
To the wilds, and pitched him a tent.
The wifi was iffy
But present, so spiffy!
On that wifi this poem is sent.
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When You Didn’t Plan Your Day But You Still Have 2.5 Minutes To Write
Sometimes you drive
To somewhere about
The middle of nowhere
And you go without
Cellular service
Or the internet.
I’m on my way there
So this poem’s all you get.
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Camping Proclamation
When in the course
Of human events
We leave our homes
To live in tents
We write poems on topics
Irrelevant to the season
So if this poem’s turnaround seems abrupt
Probably slavery’s the reason.
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KOA Circa 1801
Sparks rise into the cold black air.
We the living huddle by the source.
We’ve a pail of frigid water to wash our hair
And the lot of us smell more or less like horse.
The moon is but a crack in gloomy midnight.
Our dinner was a lukewarm can of beans.
We’re thirsty after hours in harsh sunlight
But there’s no clean water to fill up our canteens.
Somewhere in the blackness comes a growling
And we dare not leave our camp to take a piss.
All the while Daddy is a smiling
While the rest of the family thinks “we paid for this?”
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You Were Worried For A Second, Right?
My campsite was dull,
Overcome by a lull.
It lacked a certain flair,
So I talked to my wife
And got out my knife…
And carved a wooden bear.
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Camping
Polite society demands
Knowledge of useless things
Like how to dress and shaking hands
And “Red Bull gives you wings.”
But in the woods we socialize
In much more pleasant ways
Like cooking meat over a fire,
Not showering for days.
We sleep in tents upon the ground
And wake up with the sun.
We fight off bugs and bears and stuff.
We think that’s really fun.
When our trip ends we must return
To home and cubicles
To learn again our lot in life:
To learn to love the lulls.
But I won’t do that anymore.
I’m staying in the woods,
Where I can sing among the birds,
Free from the world of should’s.
And so I did ’til I ran out
Of beans and other tack.
Now back to home to better plan
The day that I come back…
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The Daily Travesty 