As I was stringing up my hammock this afternoon (first hang after installing bolts), a couple of lines popped into mind. Based on "The Night Before Christmas" poem, this is what I've got so far:
Twas the day before Thursday
and all through the place
This creature was stirring,
a grin of delight on his face.
The hammock was hung
on the patio with care,
knowing that Nap Time
soon would be there.
Then I was nestled
all snug in my threads
Visions of camping
danced in my head.
The missus came to me
with a tappity, tap, tap.
And we both settled down
for a short summer nap.
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