Pennsic Morning
By faheud, with apologies to Kris Kristofferson’s Sunday Morning Coming Down
Pennsic Morning
© 2005 George Reed
I woke up Friday morning…
With a trout stream a’rolling through my tent…
I stepped across the lifeboat…
To go outside and see what Odin sent…
Well, I drained the dining fly…
And went off to see how folks were doing…
And from someone’s tent nearby…
I could smell the scent of coffee brewing…
I looked into the misty dawn…sand-bagged up the porta john…
And threw on my driest soggy shirt…
I looked across the rutted road, saw my neighbors start to load…
The in-ground pool that once had been a Yurt…
And as I look around me…
I can hear a thousand sounds…
Of a soggy Cooper’s morning…
Another Pennsic tearing down…
The battlefield is quiet now…they weren’t fighting anyhow…
Since the Marshal upstairs cried “Hold!”
Lightning danced around the camp…delighting in the metal damp…
And armor came a’flying off the bold…
I went up to the parking lot…roads up there were pretty shot…
Thank goodness I accepted four wheel drive…
Escaping here is well in doubt, but if I tow the other’s out…
Maybe I can make it out alive…
As I look around me….
I can hear a thousand sounds….
Of a soggy Cooper’s morning…
Another Pennsic tearing down…
I got my truck back down below…I was pleased to make it go…
Packing in the sun would be a switch…
I think my visit here is through, they’re leading campers two by two…
I hope I do not join those in the ditch…
And as I drive away now…
I am leaving all the sounds…
Of a soggy Cooper’s morning…
Another Pennsic tearing down…
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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