Recap – Petenwell 2022
On the morning of the 25th, much to our demise
Nary a leaf was twitching, yet darkness in the skies;
One race, then two; three and then four
Maybe more pressure nearer the shore?
But the pressure never came, a persistent issue
When racing with Dustin, it could happen to you;
Landfall at last, and it couldn’t have sooner
For two hours prior, we had finished our nooners
On shore, what a sight, some might say boozy
Wait, which of you yokels walked off with my koozie?
Alas, here comes Kate, and what to our delight?
No snakes, no sparklers, but quarter sticks of dynamite
The Lure, ne’er inconsistent, some might say steady
Eleven hours post-meridian, we’ve been overserved already;
The clock strikes midnight, what is that clamor?
Who would give Matt a battery-powered rammer?
The night, it grew dim, darkness fell across the land
“What’s all that racket?” Kurt is mad again;
“This time, not us!” we proclaim with a cheer
The in-laws can hang, “Hey, could you pass me a beer?”
And so the morning came late, better than not at all
The wind was too great, the geezers would fall;
As in years past, it will be in the future
To Petenwell, we’ll return, and leave in a stupor!
Tyler Gruen