While camping isn’t my forte
It’s more than piano
So when I heard of tenting time
I knew I had to go
I packed up all my outdoor gear
My tent and mat and bag
I grabbed my knife and winter clothes
But left my US flag
We loaded cars and went on out
Arrived moments ere dark
And though we did our best, the sun
Went down afore fire spark
But we contrived a roaring blaze
And cooked a tasty meal
Stood and relaxed amidst the smoke
Then into beds did steal
The morn contained much of the same
Food, games, and chatting too
We made it over to the lake
Without a grand todo
The second night had meals as well
As movies in the black
The horror genre came to us
From (maybe) wisdom’s lack
And on the final day we ate
We joked, we at some more
And pondered on the weekends fun
Reflecting times and smores
We packed up all the sharpened sticks
(We threw them in the wood)
And went on back to Liberty
I’d say the trip was good