Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Hawkins Pack Out, savior mine,
I came across you just in time,
For I was bonking somethin' fierce,
Could barely push my easy gears!
Twice the hill by Horsehoe's Bend,
Balls-to-the-wall, I did ascend,
But upon returning to the other side,
I found myself a touch cross-eyed,
Things from there went bad to badder,
My speed fell right down a ladder,
By the time I hit Bogus Basin road,
It was full-blown self-destruct mode,
As Hawkins Pack Out called my name,
My body stopped, simple and plain.
A giant burger, root beer, and fries,
Appeared before mine own eyes!
And that is how I made it home,
To write for you this very poem.