I thought I’d write a poem about camp,
Because my “real life” job is slow this week.
I refer to the campers, but don‘t get too excited–
As usual, it’s mostly about me.
I like to visit the younger boys when I can
And they’re always happy to see me,
As long as I show up carrying
A big bag full of candy.
I miss the older campers who are now in Back Boys—
When did they get so old, so fast?
They think they’re cool until we play cards or Rummicube,
And I beat their ass.
Sometimes I need green nail polish, a teen magazine,
Or some gossip about the camp brood.
I just go see the older girls in the back, silently praying,
That they’re all in good moods.
And the little girls in the cabins up front—
They’re so cute and I love them so much.
My 4 year old thinks she’s a camper like them,
And I love that they treat her as such.
We have many kids at camp who come from money,
And we also have a whole bunch who don’t.
But once they get here, they all have the same financial status:
I love when the parents hide candy in packages,
(The one who hollowed out a tissue box was on a mission)
Thanks for the idea in case one of my kids
Ever has to go to prison.
There is always action by the lake,
The beach area is the place to be–
But if you think you’re ever getting me in lake water,
Your ass is crazy.
The dogs at camp eat everything they can,
But Floyd Coden has the worst habits.
He probably wouldn’t eat quite as much
If we could get him to stop breaking into all the cabins.
Bikes, beach chairs and water toys:
Everything you need for fun in the sun.
Unfortunately, my front porch looks like part of the set
From the show Sanford and Son.
There is a part of camp that sucks–
Something always needs to be fixed.
Tennis courts, ski boats, cabin roofs, etc.
This place is a total money pit.
I hardly ever see my husband; he’s always working.
It’s a lot to run this place.
I’m fine though. He has generously provided
A great camp to keep me out of his face.
At the end of the day, we’re all exhausted
From having so much fun.
Time to hold hands and sing “Friends” and Taps
Because day is done.
Thanks for being here!
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Love it Robyn, perfectly captured photo of Floyd.
Thank you! That Floyd Coden is too much. Such a scavenger!
Paula Lynn says
this is so funny! Love the Sanford and Son!! I’m just humming that tune right now (while packing my people for Tanuga!)
Can you pack a greek salad with chicken, some spinach pie, some tuna fish from The Gallery in with their stuff? I miss it!! XOXOXO
Nicole Bentley says
LOVE that photo of Mr Floyd Coden…he is so cute…he could NEVER do anything wrong not with that beautiful face!
Still not sure how someone so cute can smell so BAD!!
very cute!! See you next weekend!!!
Is that your doctor week? Can’t wait!! 🙂
Oops! Wrong Barry (but I got the doctor part right!) See you on visiting day!
Hazel M. Wheeler says
Your line about the candy hidden in the Kleenex box brought back childhood memories…
Wish I could send Kiddo. Do you take four year old dinosaur fanatics?
Send the dino fanatic. 4 is a little young but he can bunk with us! Make sure to send lots of hidden candy… 🙂
Well im reading this blog and my daughter who is only 3 months old is laughing hysterically. I know she cant read yet but I would lile to think she can and appreciate the fact that her sense of humor is right on track.
I think your daughter is laughing because my sense of humor is pretty much that of a 3 month old. I’m just happy that she’s laughing and so are you. At least someone “gets” me! Thank you!!
i miss camp you’re so lucky!!