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Friday Morning Poetry Time!

My Pretty Camo Tent

For woe! For woe! it must be found
Before its time is spent.
Forlorn I'd be if it were lost
My pretty camo tent.

So hidden from the deer was I
When hunting I last went.
Protected, hugged in blots of earth,
My pretty camo tent.

What madness took me, stole my sense?
Could I have maybe lent
My refuge when I'm roughing it,
My pretty camo tent?

And now I'm damned to walk this Earth
To seek til I repent
And cry for my foul sin against
My pretty camo tent.

The greatest treasure I've received,
It cost me not a cent!
But was presented as a gift--
My pretty camo tent.

But now is lost or hiding still,
This vile malevolent
Earth of ours has robbed it up!
My pretty camo tent.

And now it's greatest strength is turned
Against my searching scent,
For wily are it's hiding skills
My pretty camo tent!

But every rock I find I'll turn
Until my back is bent,
Cease not until I rest within
My pretty camo tent.

I hope you're all having lovely Fridays!

-dan

p.s. only a week until the series finale of Friends, So break out the tissue boxes my finely-butted companions!

posted by dan @ 8:55 AM