I'm way out of touch
so far out of sync
stuck in this camp
and wow do I stink!
Out of my mind
were rhyming a crime
I'd be heavily fined
and then gone with a blink!

For I'd rather be eighty
a seasoned old lady
who has something worth saying
besides corny stuff
It's my campy old fluff
and I'd leave it behind
if only you'd find
that enough is enough
.
See I popped out this corn
in what felt like a second
but cleaned for an hour
for better words beckoned.
Come camping awhile
and you'll pick up my style
as we sit popping poems
like old cornballs, I reckoned.



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