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Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label camping. Show all posts

Sunday, September 29, 2024

I SHOULD HAVE WENT HOME WITH THE TENT

I went tenting, but I lost my warm cozy tent,
A tornado grabbed it, then back home it was sent,
Black rain clouds became my ceiling,
Electric bolts, I was feeling,
I'd be at a motel, but I cannot pay rent. 




Sunday, April 21, 2024

MY GENTLE TENDER FOOT AND I, SWAMP CAMP

We're home; my gentle tender foot and I,
To our Bayou, tent camp, we said goodbye,
We had an invader,
A ten foot alligator,
The alligator gave us each, the eye.



Monday, March 25, 2024

HAPPY CAMPER KELLY

Kelly the happy camper, camps up north in the early springs,
Kelly roasts marshmallows, and does other happy camper things,
Sometimes he catches little fish,
Breaks their small bones, and makes a wish,
When Kelly is done breaking fish bones, he sits around and sings.


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Saturday, January 13, 2024

TWO TURTLES LIVED IN A TWO TURTLE TENT

Two turtles lived in a two turtle tent,
In a primeval forest where a tent was low rent,
Then, along came a snake,
Who made a delicious turtle bake,
Which he shared with kind who were bent.

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Thursday, January 11, 2024

TWO MEN AND A SUITCASE

Two men had a suitcase full of contraband beer,
They brought it in from Canada in their trunk rear,
It was good beer, but moved bowels,
Best keep near lots of towels,
It was a Canadian special made for hunters of deer.

Monday, June 19, 2023

DON'T FEED THE BEARS, ESPECIALLY YOUR HUMAN PARTS

When you see a bear, I know you'll have to stroke his nose,
But don't be afraid, when it seems his sharp teeth grows,
When you walk away from the bear, do not feel alarm,
Just because you may notice, you are missing half your arm,
Being friendly with a bear, will lead to tears,and woes.

Saturday, June 17, 2023

THE BACKWOODS BEAR POEM

The bears are hungry and out eating again,
Best be good and not mess with the abominable sin,
Some bears live in cabins, some live in deep throated caves,
But all bears eat the campers and make them scat fill for graves,

Don't think for an hour that you can out clever a bear,
Because he's coming right for ya, when he smells underwear,
Bears always eat people, bears never human detox,
For human flesh is much sweeter, than that of cow or the ox,

So twist and turn and stay awake in your bed,
For if you doze away, a bear will eat you dead,
Now enjoy your camping in our bug infested backwoods,
And hold tight your old precious, when you pass through bear hoods.








Friday, March 10, 2023

TENT CAMPING WITH TILDA

Tilda the Tent kept everyone warm,
Tilda kept heads dry during the thunderstorm,
The lightning came free,
Striking both tent posts and me,
Tilda the tent was now in rag form.

Sunday, June 12, 2022

TO BUY OR RENT MY CAMPING GEAR

I did not know if I should rent,
My camping gear, my boat, my tent,
Finally, everything I bought,
Even my fish was not caught,
I love fish with that store bought clean scent.  

Monday, May 30, 2022

THE ROOF CAVED IN ON MY TRAILER

It's roof has had a big failure, complete,
So it's no going back to the trailer to eat,
I guess I'll be camping outside,
And will have to swallow my pride,
And spray down my whole body with Deet. 






Sunday, May 29, 2022

TEN TIMES PLUS THRICE

I'm afraid I feel not nice,
Because my hair has a load of lice,
I bought lice poo; paid big price,
Poo not work; shaved head; ate rice,
I've now had lice ten times plus thrice.

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

THE SURVIVALIST POEM

I decided to be a survivalist,
So, I moved out to live under the stars,
But, there is just this tiny little twist,
I happen to be living on Mars,

The air on Mars is not so good,
And, there isn't much to eat,
And, good luck finding firewood,
A drop of water is a treat,

Perhaps I'll move to another place, 
To show I have a survivalist pattern,
I won't give up and show disgrace,
Instead, how challenging could be Saturn?  




Saturday, May 14, 2022

S'MORES IN THE DRAWERS

The drawer on my desk went real sticky,
So, it wouldn't open up on the quicky,
And, in those dark, sticky moors,
I kept my stuff to make s'moores,
My marshmallows became tacky-ticky.