What do you think of my hammock camping poem?
My hammock’s in the storm
The eye is just offshore
But I’m keeping warm
A category four!
The wind rips up the trees
Except of course for mine
Inside the tarp no breeze
Nor water from the line
Oh, ocean swell, winds from hell
Eighty miles an hour!
Seabirds die and cattle fly
I swing inside my bower
(Try singing it to the tune of "Jingle Bells.")
Fantastically Fantisiful!
Tremenjous,simply tremenjous.
this is awesome!
I can’t believe how truly gay that is.