Twas The Eve Of Bonnaroooo

Some lame goofiness while i pack, sorry - i couldn't help myself. feel free to add!! ;D



twas the eve before Bonnaroo, and all through the house,
crunchy grooves were heard playing, like Phish and Modest Mouse

Our wristbands were registered, packed away with great care,
with hopes of lines moving quickly, and searches deemed fair

The stump of a pipe held tight by my teeth,
the smoke it encircled my head like a wreath

with bandana over my face, and my friend rockin his cap,
i pulled up the Centeroo map using my Bonnaroo App

Then over on Shakedown there arose such a clatter
a Wook selling paper with a name: The Mad Hatter

Away to the Other Tent, i came up like a flash!
though the search was ancillary, they did not find my stash

and there upon the What Stage arrose a psychedelic site
Thom Yorke wishing us a Happy Bonnaroo, and to rage all 4 nights