Two Oh No Roo Twelve

We started in oh six


Our gonga goo balls and bags of

tricks-

er, I mean vitamin h20 and doubleshots.

A bit naïve, but we weren’t phased

We pitched our tent in the Manchester haze,

And began a lifetime of memories in the sunlight.

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Through oh seven and eight

With changing twenty-something aches

Thank you Lily, Regina, Raconteurs and Ben

Thank you Avetts’, Kings’ and Lips’ zen,

We can’t name all the bands

The dirt and mud led us to…



Thank you Pearl Jam and Dan

Thank you for our banana bread,

VIP and showers, a novelty.



No nine, but we pined

For pre-food truck tastes and organic vine

Awaiting the new decade with great fervor.

The Bonnaroo Void is completely different than just a plain old void.



We longed for jams in all kinds of weather-

Hot, hot, hot, at times, in a sweaty tether

But always feeling the soul of the fest.



TEN, ELEVEN…

Thank you Brandi, Patty, Tori, Grace!

Florence, Mumford, Ray- so so sweet-

Can’t forget John, Kris, Miranda- crammed in grassy space-

Our beloved shroom fountain changing shapes,

and flip flop outlined dirty feet!

Our story never to be a boring tale.



We’ll take our young one day,

To that farm an hour and a half away

Celebrating our very own unique song in sail.



As we give up twelve and sacrifice

Our comfy spot in paradise,

The Roo abides, the Roo beckons,

The Roo What? Which? That? This?

May our favorite tent rock out and

All the thousands stand in bliss

Loving the Roo,

JUST as much



As La La and Chicken do.



Woo .hoo. Bonnaroo.

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