at band camp

I got stuck

and thought of

your mother in

my grand father's

old rumble seat

. "Rumble!", he cried

and the fight

broke out faster

"Them's fighting words!"

he squeeled. I

protected my groin

from a large

angry samoan lass

with a guitar

and a swordfish

with multiple prongs

. Which he slammed

into a jar

full of pickles