She did run the campground with an iron fist,

Now I hear she is quite pissed,

A new company owns the place, running it with a twist,

As renters here we have all learned with each other to co-exist…

So the bitch is dead,

Long live the new owners,

Little Hitler for me had a boner,

Everytime I saw her coming I felt dread…

Now to lose the other broad, we’ll call her Mussolini,

If she did ever actually smile I think she would crack,

Fifty years old I hear and still a virgin,

Perhaps that the reason she is such a whack…

People come here for a good time,

They want to get drunk and piss in the creek,

They want to see their kids have fun,

Swimming in the pool, lake and sliding the water run…

But no fun could be had, not with two Nazi’s the place running,

The most one could do, without getting in trouble was sunning,

The new folks that are taking over will make this place stunning,

I wish them well, I hope to get over the past problems, they are cunning…

© ed ~ 4/2/06