We set up our tents,
or try to, at least.
The wires all jumbled up
and I think we're missing a piece.
The campfire is great,
the time goes by fast,
but we had beans for dinner...
Jimmy's got some gas!
It's time for bed now,
and I've got to sleep with Fred.
He hasn't taken a shower in weeks,
and harshly sweats. 'Nough said!
As we get back home,
a contest has started.
We need to sell popcorn
and our sales will be charted.
By the end of the week,
Paul's got the most
with 3 bags of popcorn
and a slice of toast.
We weren't supposed to sell toast,
bags of popcorn is all.
That is so unfair,
the leader must be related to Paul.
Author notes
This was so fun to write! I got to get in the mind of a boy.
In a list
A contest entry
- THE WORLD'S WORST BOY SCOUT by Melodies.
550 points, ended August 12, 2007, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Smiled and smiled all the way...
Isn't it fun to play like you're a boy and a lamebrain boy is even the MOST FUN!
Actually, this boy is adorable and I might hug him 
and tell him he did very well to survive. 
A darling poem! 
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LOL
I love it. That is so amusing and weird. Great job, and I can see how you had fun writing it!
~KORI~
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LOL thanks
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I liked it!
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