Today I still can't think of a GOOD blog topic (real twist eh?) so I'm going to compose a second poem.
Three weeks of keeners in the past, all 504 hours have been a blast,
Comp days, race days, beat downs and all, runs, soccer, flat water sessions and Foosball,
Poutine, breakfast, lunch and dinner, just to make sure where not getting any thinner,
Meetings, speeches, SRT, and more, all giving us more skills than we had before,
On water, off water, all lessons are useful, learning to be helpful, kind and truthful,
Shout outs and greivences get heated, but in the end Sydney gets them all deleted,
Knots with Greg was lit, from bowline to rappelling, all improved us just a bit,
Whether its a flat water phonix or simply a bow stall, no new skill is small,
From running ST chute to surfing Phils, every splash of water gives you the thrills,
Friends where made and hearts where broken, (just kidding, the no relationship rule remains unbroken)
Bus soundtracks where fire, and rhyme zone says that fire rhymes with electronic multiplier,
All in all these keeners will not be forgotten, and neither will the trashpocylipse because the bus will always smell rotten,
Goodbye keeners, thanks a bunch, but don't worry, we'll meet again, just a hunch
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