One Bright Morning Camping Skit
|Notes:||This is a monologue poem. It's more fun to tell it in a scary story voice around a campfire.|
|Script:||I come before you, to stand behind you,|
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Admission is free, so pay at the door;
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
Early this morning late last night
Two dead soldiers began to fight.
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A legless donkey passing by
Kicked both men right in the eye.
It knocked them over a 10 foot wall
Into a ditch and drowned them all.
A deaf policeman heard their cries
And came and shot those two dead guys.
If you don't believe this story's true,
Ask the blind man - he saw it too!