Are We Having Fun Yet?
This is the story of how I survived,
our only camping trip, alive.
When I was but a child,
(OK, OK, it's been awhile)
we had perfect weather
for our camping trip together.
The day was hot, I was hotter
So I jumped into the water.
For we were camped beside a lake.
(The very memory makes me shake)
I swam out then tried to stand
At first I didn't understand
Why the water seemed much higher.
Oh I was getting tired.
I cried I choked, I tried to breathe,
OH NO! There's quick sand underneath!
'Mom!' I screamed and 'Mom!' again
She ran, she jumped and soon she came
thrashing through the water
to save me, her only daughter.
(This is not the creepy part
though that part is soon to start.)
I lay gasping on the beach
glad my mom had been in reach.
Suddenly bees were all over me
on my face and arms and knees.
Suddenly
all over me
I was covered up in bees.
(Now comes the scary parts
where the creepy stuff starts.)
I went to scream and then the bees
were suddenly
inside of me.
I could feel them crawl about
in my ears and nose and mouth.
Mom got mud and covered me,
gee, she almost smothered me
in that rank, vile smelling mud;
it felt so cool and felt so good.
First she pulled out every sting
then covered most of everything,
she covered every part of me
where a sting could ever be.
I was tired and needed sleep
and my day could surely keep.
Now, my bed was not that far
for I was sleeping in the car.
I crawled into bed
as mom later said
I was almost asleep before my head
had reached the pillow on my bed.
I was fast asleep
into dreams so deep.
I could hear a bee.
Inside of me.
Maybe two, maybe three
I heard them buzzing in my skin
I felt them crawling deep within.
I swear I felt them sting again
and again I went to scream.
Who knew this was a dream?
I remember all those dreams
and I still can hear my screams.
I hear them echo still
and I guess I always will.
I felt a burning in my foot
like something burning hot was put
and pressed deep within my skin;
I felt it burning deep within.
I screamed, I screamed myself awake
How much more could one kid take?
My foot was caught up in the door
I couldn't move it anymore.
Once again I fell to sleep
there were no dreams and I slept deep.
I woke up in the morning,
full of ouching softly moaning,
for my foot was covered in my blood
and I was covered by that mud.
Someone or something had come creeping
and opened the door when I was sleeping.
and then they slammed the car door shut
and somehow caught my little foot.
Mom packed up fast and then we left
Believe me I was not bereft.
I've told you all there is to tell
of our camping trip from hell.
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Written for Kim's creepy camping trip challenge
note: this is a true story..I could never make something this creepy up..lol
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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