Short sleepy walk
In early dark
The dogs they trudged
They did not bark
I got no sleep
Stayed up too late
Was makin' hoops
And they look great
It's bluegrass day
At long, long last
I have to get to the park
And fast
The Huz slept there
To watch and guard
He slept in a trailer
'Cuz the ground is hard
But he needs to shower
And scrub and clean
So I gotta hustle over
And watch the machine
Then I go back
To home, you know
Gather up my hoops
Then off I go
To sell my hoops
May they sell fast
It's Bainbridge Bluegrass Festival
At last.
(For my newer readers, sometimes, I opt out of actually thinking by writing a quick and silly poem. It is what it is.)
See you at the festival,
Dani
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