a little poem by branderson

The tale of MLK last week has been told
By now you must on the 2nd trip be sold

While cabin 1 stole the narrative show
The 2nd cabin has a tale you should know

Whilst planning this trip Berdjis must have thought
"I'll put the quiet folk together and the complaining shall be naught!"

But when we arrived with carloads of booze
There was not even one resident who drempt of a snooze

We fell into groups and beer games did commence
We convinced all to play, even those on the fence

Names were exchanged and relationships did blossom
It was at this moment we knew cabin 2 was most awesome

Still, interest arose about cabin 1
Were they laughing, drinking, were they having fun?

Most of us wondered about sweet goings on
Is it somewhere that we'd want to party till dawn?

Yet before we could even check out the fuss
and perform a cabin 2 mass exodus

A scout returned with words that turned our eyes bright
"It's boring over there, they're all high as a kite!"

"Quiet cabin! Quiet cabin!" echoed off of the walls
Now we knew it was us having all of the lols

Socials were declared with shit-loads of pride
As we all were hitting our binge drinking stride

Of course we all knew our triumph would end
After all there were more people to meet and befriend

Cabin 2 had much more, oh no that part was not it
But if you were not there, tough titties, tough shit

For the secrets remain with its residents of glory
Plus I'm out of mad rhymes for this cabin trip story.