vacationing in Yellowstone

One summer, I took my wife
on what I hoped would be the trip of her life
but, boy I tell you that was a trip to die from
we were going to Yellowstone, in Wyoming
so we packed up the car, and the very next morning
we headed out west, not knowing what was to come.

we came to this place called Jackson Hole
it was big, and campy, and out of control
with prices so high, you had to be a doctor to buy gas.
we were sort of tired, and we tried to get a room
but I had a feeling of impending doom
when this cowboy with a bullwhip kept staring at my ass!

we got back in the car and drove toward our destination
by this time I was having reservations
about this trip and whether it made sense.
we passed the Tetons, took a few pictures
blew out a tire, which was a big bitch, for
we had to pay a fine for parking by a fence!

we got to Old Faithful, well after dark
circled six times looking for a place to park
went into the Inn to get our keys
the room was smaller that Billy Barty's closet
the toilet kept running with no way to pause it
and to make matters worse, there was no TV!

the very next morning my wife said to me
"look at all these tall pine trees!
do you think we could go hiking this afternoon?"
so we got on our packs and started on the trail
when the sunny weather changed and it started to hail
and we decided we couldn't get back to our room too soon!

we ran back towards the Inn and were almost there
when suddenly we ran into a Grizzly Bear
and spent the rest of the day in one of them pines
we screamed for help, and a ranger came by
the bear ran off, but I very nearly died
when the ranger said "no climbing" and gave us another fine!