L'aura del Campo

There must be something better to do... [176.28]

Needs work, but do I care? It's metrical: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6...6 with an annoying rhythm and regrettable rhymes. I already see some editing... maybe "hard tack" for "fried fish". Anyhoo... thankfully tomorrow's poem is short and sweet and already written.

There must be something better to do...

There's nothing that's more horrible
than going on a hike
as if this climb's equatable
to flying frickin' kites,
as if fried fish is edible
for more than just one bite.
I'd rather be invisible
than stay at home tonight,
         said no one who's not tight

So off we go to bag a bull
and pant to unknown heights
lest friends should think us scarable
and frighten us with tripe
for all this crap is doable
for all of us ain't right.
And so we trod to fetch a fool,
foot sore and such a sight
with only thoughts unprintable:
         f**k off now, take a hike.

© Kåre Enga [176.28] (6.april.2019)

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