Racoon Madness

Campimg with our best friends can be so much fun, with so many things to do

What could ruin this blissful time? Well I'm about to tell it to you.

We're setting up the many things that makes our camp so fine

from a kitchenette to the table cloth a perfect setting for cheese and wine

A canopy to provide the shade and keep things dry if it rains
With chairs for the campfire and the dinner table

and butterfly chairs to relax and ease the aches and pains.

When out of the blue my wife exclaims that all is not so good

There's two racoons on the picnic table and three more by the firewood.

While running off the three on the ground we here a pop and fizz

the ones on the table are stealing our soda and popping open the lids

We yell for them to get outta here and outta here stay !

when one grabs our whole bag of marshmallows and quickly scurries away.

That night, we didn't get to eat our smores while sitting around the fire

and we put everything they could possibly get at in the cars before getting ready to retire
Talk about underestimating your foes, well that we certainly did,

who woulda thunk that they could open so much stuff including our cooler lids.

We heard a yelp and then a growl, as they scuffled behind the truck

Skip got up to see what the the ruckus was all about and all we heard was "YUCK"

The little bandits had opened the cooler and the egg container therein and were fighting over the gooey goods

while others had snagged Jolie's whole twelve pack of soda and were dragging it into the woods

We told the rangers and they just smiled as they'd heard this story a time or two

The Oregon treehuggers added "no trapping" to the "no kill" clause and there was nothing they could do
We put heavy things on the coolers that the imps could not remove and stashed all the rest

We finally roasted our new bought marshmallows and went to bed hoping for the best

No noise last night and all seemed fine when we got up to greet this fine new day

Then when Jan was getting the hashbrowns out of our zippered cooler we heard a loud "HEY"

The little creeps had opened the zipper and stolen our tortillas and the bread we got yesterday

Skip and I talked of BB-guns or slingshots, to quench our "get- even" thirst

but when all was said and done we decided we had no right, as they were only doing

what thier mamas taught them, and they were definately here first.

Art Proctor 09-09