Trek Poem

Geoff and Matt wrote me a poem and had everyone sign in in gratitude for all the preparation work. It was really cute. Here it goes:

With pale faces and smiles,
we headed out on the path.
But soon after a while,
We’d regret two days with no bath.

Sometimes it was hot,
Sometimes it was dusty.
Our women were hot,
our women were busty.

The girls looked real pretty,
The boys were all flirts.
I think its because,
each girl wore two skirts.

The trail was real scenic,
with small bugs and cute bees.
The most beautiful of all,
was those hussy Qsmoot’s knees

We walked till we’re tired,
we sat and got lunch.
We played ultimate Frisbee,
till girls’ bloomers got bunched.

Without a kitchen
and under the sun,
our women were fixin’
runny peaches; not done.

Our testimonies strengthened
with each step of each day,
we were spiritually uplifted,
until the DJ.

Bug spray and camp smoke
filled up our noses
believe it- no joke
our women smelled like roses.

We crept into our tents
the wind forced us to cuddle
and as morning broke,
we each lied in a puddle.

We wished for the sun
when the rain flooded down
but we all got burned buns
when the sun stuck around.

We ate mighty fine
our weekend on trek,
the best meal of all
was our tasty treat SPEC

We trekked for two days
without restaurant or pub
instead of fording a river,
we went through a tub.

From morning until evening,
from dusk to dawn,
we couldn’t have done it
without Miss Catron.

THANKS geoff and matt!