Camping Poetry


Ode to the fuzzy blue sweater

O, fuzzy blue sweater you were so cozy;
on camping trip we went with you and I was not froz-y.

We played and we roasted, but you sir, got toasted.

In blue fuzz you lit, up like l'candlestick.

Next time, they'll require, I stand not so close to the fire,

Thank you.