Hole In The Wall: July 2009

All these yellow lines look the same, now.

Hoping to catch more than a fever from the
sick little Beaver this weekend,
we make the trek again.

How often has this happened at midnight?
Good job, Erica. Too bad it wasn't a keeper.

In the Pit

Twas the night before hangovers

And all through the pit

Those gathered were drinking

No one knew when to quit

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The Eagle was drinking his rum

As Pooba, he was atop his own throne

And as for the rest of us

He left not one of us alone.

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The brunt of some joke

Victim of some gag

What's his latest gimmick

What's he got in that bag.

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The Charmin had blessed us

The whole derned crowd

Nieghbors dialed up 911

We were getting a bit loud

.....

The clans were assembled

Wolf, Bear, Buff and Moose

And my Gawd, the dawgs

Who the hell turned em all loose.

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Trailers were circled

As wagons in days gone past

It rained the first two days

And the skies are still overcast

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John in the cook tent

Taylor in her char

The fire is blazing

Look Out! The blue tarp is on fare!

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Heidi pourin out coffee

Eric sluggin his beer

Stan dishin out one liners

And Arnie-the fear.

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Our relation is coming

For to join the Hole in the Wall fun

Blue Duck may be with em!

Everyone git yer gun!

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Blue Peep got to Shana

She singed her bird digit

Sure mustiv smarted

It's still makin me fidget

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Taylor is wound up

She jist won't quit her talkin

That's Ok, in the next few weeks

She'd prove to be walkin

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The clan girls were here

secluded up on Estrogen Rise

Linked only by zip line

and soaked from the gray skies.

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The kids all found safe harbor

And shelter in the Grand Ol Eagle's nest

Everyone was workin

Engineering was put to the test

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John and his tape

Eric, his wit

Bill slapped a dandy ninety

And the gazebo still won't fit.

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The gravel was great

Keeps us outta the mud

Cept the kidlets

Who are covered in crud

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They're baking odd objects

Made from Anchor Point clay

No idea what they all are

Maybe, jist maybe some day.

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Granny and her wineglass

Grampy and his wig

Too much for John and I

We pull another swig

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Now the time for adios

But we'll come riding back soon

Ranger Bill rode out before sunrise

and the rest of us before noon.

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~Ranger Bill~

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2009-07-17

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