Though wisely questioned, oh zengum one
The answer is quite easy
After we dug the first shallow grave
We started to feel right queazy

So we went inside and made coffee
and wagered the "six foot rule"
would tempt the sods to go way too close
and get drownded in the pool

And their nasty corpsies one-by-one
would float far far downstream
But alack! Alas! 'Twere not to be
Like Pam Ewing, 'twas a dream

:lol2:

Waiting to hear the stories...:D

There once was a girl from Ann Arbor
Who didn't want kids in the harbor
The campers that she
Had reduced by three
Had only just gone to the barber.

Eh, I got nuttin'. I can't beat monster's poem up thar!