Barry Van Allen - Camp - Outs

(NOTE: a response to Diane Violet's ' Sleepover ') : -)

A 'Camp-Out' in my best friend's yard,
although I don't remember a lot of camping then,
the only reason that we did it,
is ' cause we knew the girls were sleeping-over.

Urges and emotions took control of us,
and even then, to some of them,
imaginations ran the wild side,
we intended to act out,
the Prince and Princess bride.

We pitched our tents of canvas,
pretending wagons on the prairies,
both cowboys and the Indians,
intent on midnight raiding.

With flashlights in our hands,
we stole stealthy through the night,
we forgot about one detail though,
we didn't tell them we were coming,
... you should have heard the squealing!

With flashlights tucked between our legs,
we ran and then pretended that it never happened,
most of us worked to forget it,
we knew the ladies never did,
but, they were kind and never mentioned that,
... except when reminiscing,
about the times when they were kids.

Barry Van Allen

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