posted on Oct, 1 2023 @ 12:04 PM
Three friends went camping one day to relive their memories from their play in the hay. Bring your own was the say and so they went on their way. Set
up their tents on camping ground unanimously they found, that all of the three forgot something to a degree. Lucky they were caring so there was
sharing, among these friends sitting in their own tents.
As the night approached their things got poached by this storm, without invite, the three friends had a fight. They lost the first tent, there it
went, into the grey, of the night, giving them plight. Lost the second shelter, in this horrible event, that is not about the end. Sitting in the last
refuge, dripping from the rain, they entertain:
"This is fun, we should not run", said the first one.
"I am concerned about us", said the second without making a fuzz.
"This is unfortunate but normal", said the third one formal.
As by now you figured out, "bring" your own, wasn't really what this poem is about.
The fourth person, you reading this now, let's see if you are schlau. Don't ask me how, there is a code hidden, but I can not tell you, it is
forbidden! I weaved it into this flowing poem, to find them in time, you have to row them, break the line at every rhyme. Locate the patterns and
connect, see what you get. If you think you are on, not spoil the fun, instead, post the number or live with the pun.