We were hiking one day,
Up the Cascade,
When by some lost trousers,
We were way-laid.
In spite of this shock,
and the fear that it brought,
We hiked ever onward,
Toward the views that we sought.
We had just stopped for lunch,
On the Mountain of Moose,
When we were accosted,
By socks walking loose.
In spite of this sight,
(And Lord, it weren’t right)
We hiked ever onward
Through September light.
We had just hopped about
On the rocks in the river,
When out crawled these undies
And made us all shiver.
We were appalled!
There was no time to stall,
Lest we see some ol’ fellow
Hiking au naturel !
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I think that the lack of comments on Benny’s first “post away from blog” indicate that people don’t know what to make of, or aren’t comfortable with, the idea of some dude running naked through the woods.
Personally, I’m glad the scattered clothing was all we did see, though it was a little disconcerting seeing that pair of jeans dangling from a tree. Do you think whoever was wearing them was attacked by a moose?
I know nothing. Nothing! {/Schultz}
Actually I’m a little disappointed because I thought that this was one of my better efforts. Not only did it rhyme. It had pictures!!!! C’mon people!
I like it, Ben. Personally, I think anyone who would hike naked through the woods up that way is nuts. Bugs galore.
I’ve always found that when I’m hiking in a crowded area, one can really reduce the number of other hikers around by scattering old undergarments in the woods. Makes people think somebody’s streaking or something like that.
j/k Hopefully whoever really was doing this got a good case of poison ivy and a few good skeeter bites to make it spread.
Great. Ben posts and my readership craters about 40%.
Happy to help.
Oh good, you found my clothes!!!
I was wondering where they went.
Yeah, I suppose those full moons can be hard on a guy’s wardrobe.
Perhaps readers were worred that the guy who have the world bird porn had decided to experiment with the real thing.
Honte a toi! Hontehontehonte!!!!!!!
Wow! it’s one of Ben’s lousy poems. How much literature did you have to study to come up with those?