Thursday, June 7, 2012
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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