The Joy of Camping
As the fire subsides
in the bleak campsite
and the darkness settles in.
It's almost time,
so get in the tent!
The "fun's" about to begin.
So gather 'round
and make your bets.
There's money to be made.
The stage is set
and the weapons placed.
No time to be afraid!
Just close your tent
and stay real still.
Pretend like no one's home.
But they'll find you
and when they do,
your tent shaped like a dome,
Won't be enough
to save your life.
No matter how hard you try,
they'll never stop
so just give up.
It looks like you're going to die.
There's only one
way to beat him
a noose big enough for two.
But all your fear
clouded the truth
that the monster was really you.
Copyright © Tomas Vazquez | Year Posted 2016
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