A keener poem By Graeme Stevens

Today I couldn't think of a good blog topic so instead I am going to compose a poem.

The sun is up, the water is shining, the coaches are groggy and the keeners are whining,

Its a new day at keener-ville  and its gonna be fun, get out of bed and the morning activity's a run!

Breakfast is next and the pancakes are ready, the fire alarm is going off and the smoke is coming steady,

Whoever didn't do there dishes is in trouble, and some can't run because in there lungs is a "bubble"

Get to the thunder dome, do push ups if you're late, sit down on a coach and chill, BUT WAIT!

Today is no ordinary day, oh no no no, today is Thursday and its gonna be a show,

Satlers, left side, right side, in all you will get trashed, but don't worry, the worst thing you'll experience is a splash,

At the end of the day, faces are full of smiles, and the flat water paddle, seems to go on for miles,

load up the van, and away we go, back to keener-ville, to review the video,

Next up is dinner, salad,chicken, ribs or an egg, then off to knots, with local beauty greg,

The day has been packed, and the keeners are tired, it seems as though an early bedtime is required,

The stars come out, as the darkness arrives, and this keeners Thursday, goes into the archives.