I hear them far into the night,
Then they are up & screaming at first light,
Out of the tents they run to the bathroom,
Naked as the day they were born,
Moms chasing them with in their eyes scorn…
Tie them in their sleeping bags,
Zip up the tent in which they sleep,
Moms let them scream, for the neighbors it’s a drag…
Campground life is life on the cheap,
Drinking beer & making noise, don’t worry some are asleep,
But the kids are the worst, in my camper I hide from them,
Already from the devil they’ve come to me to condemn,
Not listening to their momma, but cranking up Eminem…
© ed ;-) 5/23/09
Edvard(k) the clever Ole Brother
Ma just called wanting to know the exact number; she wants to start Christmas shopping early.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
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Just wrote these notes this morning:
Saturday - May 23rd, 2009 - COX'S POINT PARK - 10:50 AM -
Beautiful Day - Gentle Breeze - Cool in shade of Pavilion -
People fishing along banks of Back River - Power boats - to and fro -
small, medium, large - Straight across other side,
two Gold Domes of Sewage Treatment Plant -
to their left, Eastpoint Mall - Sunlight glistening on water -
all Peaceful - EXCEPT ...
Screaming, crying BRAT KIDS -
AND A muv'va USING THE 'f' WORD AT THEM!
People at picnic tables fixing lunch -
Squirrels scurrying about, up and down trees,
across the grass - playing ...
Batteries dead in camera - need 2 AA'S -
forgot cell phone -
Cig butt into empty plastic Coke bottle,
put into trash can -
MORE SCREAMING - THAT'S IT - I'M DONE!
out of here at 11:20 ...
Tom. Luckily I could LEAVE THEM!
I'm sending down some ear plugs for you and some duct tape for you to use on the kids
You decide which one to use LOL
By the way on your last poem I do think I said to have a quiet day
What happened?
Have a great one
Ray { Not a Poet }
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(