The day was night and the night was bright,
alight with fire fed by desire,
but really desire was beer.
He drank all of it, which was a lot.
It was wild, a thing of beauty,
Even if a little blurry.
Then after a recurring warning
from a pubescent watchman,
into the woods he went a-wanderin,
can't let the terrorists win.
At some point someone got lost,
by a stream his ankle bust.
So he dialed for help, or so he thought.
Out of two numbers, he called help's mom...
She relinquished sleep, but not confusion.
In the end, all party from the party
healthily wound up home.
One day Bruce Willis went camping,
but really it was four youths...
The next day the landlord did not see the hilarity,
in a terms&agreement signed yours truly:
Bruce Willis.
The Tent.
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