Camping out from Feb to May!

On the darkest night of February,

Twinkling stars adorned the sky.

Camping down on the lane of Burie,

Munching on blueberry pie.

As I sat by the fire, 

I saw a shadow cross.
I didn't know my friend was a lier,

but she had followed me all across.

We sat in the tent,

and played a game,
when another friend, Kent,

by that path, she came.

While we sang, 

a monster jumped.
It gave a bang,

that made by sweat pump.

The sun peeped out, 

we talked all day,
soon we were worn out,

at the end of May.