A peom about Quest

One of our members wrote this poem after our camping trip the weekend of Nov. 7th 1997


QUESTWORLD

by Kritstina Constanzo

Swinging foam swords in the night,
tending the bathtub burning bright,
watching neeps inciting a fight,
breaking sticks over rocks,
wearing 5 pairs of soggy socks,
taking shots and breaking blocks,
did I remember to put more socks on?
people using waylay as a con (ahem, ahem),
I'm afraid to use the john,
Food is starting to get sparse,
I think I hit "someone" in the arse,
in the forest are old toilets and a car.
Sleeping under and next to a bar,
The space heater is making passes at me,
I'm still afraid to take a pee.
Tying up neeps,
trying to sleeps,
sailing the river in our tent,
telling ogres to get bent,
setting fire to marshmallows,
kicking snoring bedfellows,
coughing up a lung,
wishing there was sun,
couldn't have had more fun!

*A body is like a book, wherever it's opened, it's red (read).

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