Asleep In The Woods - Poem by Quinten Knudsen
One morning, I woke up in the woods,
And wondered how did I get there?
Did I wander around the woods last night?
Or did I get drunk with a bear?
I guess I will never, ever know,
Because I just can’t really tell
Which part of the woods I am surely in,
Whether I’m a deer, a ball or a bell.
I looked around in amazement and awe,
“I must be drunk, ” to myself I thought.
When did I die? Why am I here?
Where am I? What am I? What have I bought?
These are some things that we’ll never know
Because he died just moments ago.
Why he died was from the bitter cold,
And, from the beer he drank just moments ago.
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