Okay, maybe it's already been done, but I bet it would be fun to share our best hammock poetry. I'm hoping someone can do a sonnet celebrating Dutchware, or Whoopie Haiku, the potentials are endless.
I'll start.
An Ode to my Snipe Hammock
Oh Snipe,
Dear beautiful Snipe.
Packed reverently by Marty on December 9, 2013,
Boxed with down pillow in a USPS cardboard container,
Opened cautiously by my CRKT Minimalist blade,
Hung in the bedroom with Whoopies at exactly 32 degrees, shiny side out.
Swung in gently, and then rambunctiously, until I dozed off to my favourite zydeco lullaby.
Oh Snipe,
Dear, favorite, beautiful Snipe.
I love you,
And, yes, I'm thinking about you.
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