Update: Find the poem here:
First Camping TripDue to events transpired I could not foresee,Moderate gore filter is on because I described a sort of nightmare I had.
I am sad to say that I need therapy.
So please read this notice on your door.
If you feel you should stop reading, read some more.
“Too long; didn’t read,”
“Not enough substance on which my mind could feed.”
My words won’t be as great as those of Ovid,
But my mind keeps the images lucid.
My memory needs no revamping:
The events took place while we were camping,
Just my uncle, grandfather, and I
On a day I didn’t need any shuteye.
I had lost some sleep some two days before
When I neglected to put sleeping mats on my tent’s floor.
I did sleep well, however, the night before
Because my grandpa bought more mats for the floor.
I slept well, although I had a bad dream.
It wasn’t very scary, didn’t make me scream.
At my old school there broke out a brawl
Too popular a conflict for me to stall.
I suffered no blows in this melee
But emerged with broken teet
Replies will be slow to come because I have a number of replies and conversations to resume. I apologize for not notifying anyone before I left.
I may resume my CP readings, but I may have to put them on hold in order to hang out with some of my friends.
I got through a large portion of Erasmus's work despite it being a slow read for me. I have a quarter of it left to finish. I accidentally left it outside in the rain, but it's still okay. I found an ancient, crushed spider on page 90. That's what I get for going to used book sales.
Anyway, I just want to let everyone know that I'm not dead and will appreciate your patience as I try to get back to you all over the next couple days.