My Summer Vacation (Revised)
written May 26, 1993

This summer I went to camp.
I slid on the ramp when I went to camp.
I went to camp and slid on on the ski ramp.
No snow, no ice, nothing to fear except that thorn bush.
I ran from the nurse who was going to give me a shot.
“Into the water!” I thought. “I’ll be safe in there.”
I was wrong.
Into the water I fled where a shark was waiting in the reeds.
I ran from the water with the shark on my tail;
I managed to run into my tent where blood-thirsty zombies were watching TV.
I wanted to run but it was too late, they already had me on their plate.
Then who should appear but Powdered Toast Man.
“Cling strongly to my buttocks!” he said. “And I shall carry you to safety.”
So I clung to his butt, and we flew and we flew till he dropped me in a volcano.
In the volcano I turned into ashes and cinder.
Then the volcano erupted and what was left of me flowed out and into a vat of mutigen where I got reincarnated back into me.
So I walked back to Camp Zombie, and I think I have made up my mind:
I want to come back next year.