LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
Poetry: An Ode to Odor |
by Marion |
Yes, its me, Im the one Who seems a griper Chastizing Glen for not Changing a diaper. In his column he did THINK, Perhaps Id raised too big a stink. Now it looks like the camera Caught 'em, Wiping poop from babys Bottom. Though on the page you Cannot smell it, It does appear hes Lived to tell it. Okay, Ill admit I got a kick, To see that old dogs new trick. Eat my words? Ill gladly do it, A job well done Mr. Pruitt!! Marion CAMPnote: If youre wondering what all the stink is about, see Glen Pruitts article in vol. 8, issue 9, dated July 17, 1998, titled "I dont know nothin 'bout babies." Then the trail will lead you to vol. 8, issue 10, dated July 31, 1998 where you will find a letter to LETTERS from Marion, and Glens response in his article, titled "Here Comes Da Judge!" All in all, an odorous adventure. |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 8, No. 11, August 14, 1998. |