The Worst Hiking Buddy
You’re the world’s worst hiking buddy
How did we end up so muddy
Not even sure we can scrub it!
How would I know
Can’t stick my hand in that hole
I thought you had the first aid kit
Yea I dragged a little back
Put too much in my pack
Still we came here to walk as a team
So I wore the wrong socks
Got my foot stuck in the marsh
I figured you knew a way through the stream
I got some cool pictures
Don’t forget to text me those few vintage
I didn’t have time to give my phone a full charge
What else is there to talk about
We’re in the woods isn’t that where Bigfoot’s at
You know they say he still runs at large
I know I saw a cell tower
Had to call my mom on the hour
I can’t believe you left me behind!
I’d be here till I’m old
If it wasn’t for that dog
For all that has happened I’ll whine, humph
So where are we going next weekend?
Copyright © C. A. Burkett | Year Posted 2021
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