Tag Archives: Farewell

I’m headin’ down South on the oregon trail,

So this poem is my last

For one long week, but cry not friends,

I’m sure it’ll go by fast.

I just hope we do not have

To ford a river crossing,

And that we don’t get dysentery

And can continue flossing.

And should our wagon wheel break

We’ll fix it by ourselves,

‘Cause trading with Indians is not politically correct,

And we can’t trade with elves.

And should we die along the way

We get to leave a tombstone

That tells others who come this way

That we did meet our doom-stone.

So farewell to those whose childhood

Was full of these Oregonian fails.

For those of you who don’t understand,

Here’s a link, and happy trails!