A Silly Poem

I've written some heavy stuff, and I'll be writing more heavy stuff, but I do sometimes like to have fun. So have something fun I wrote about what madness can ensue when you're acting like you're still at camp after getting home.

Back From Camp:

Just back from camp and singing grace

People thinking I’m from outer space.

Clap clap, tap tap tap, clap move over

Clap up tap switch slam CRASH!

Played the cup game, broke the glass

I should’ve known that fun couldn’t last.

Now I’m back from camp and singing grace

People thinking I’m from outer space.

Buddy board, flushie buddy, hopper, and unit,

Will someone tell me where’s the med kit?

Never mind, I’m home today

But in my head the camp words stay.

And I’m back from camp, still singing grace

People thinking I’m from outer space.

And finally- I understand how,

This song is NCA, it doesn’t matter now!

Someone called out Purple

And today I didn’t turn.

I’m back long enough to not sing grace

But people still think I’m from outer space.

I’m back long enough to not sing grace

But people still think I’m from outer space.