Camp Green Lake, the Dirty, Dusty, Dry Desert

"Camp Green Lake or jail."

It still hung in his head.

Stanley carries it into bed.

Camp Green Lake, Camp Green Lake,

His choice to prevail.

Digging deeper, deeper into his hole

Only to build character,

Memories to share after.

This wretched time to feel like a mole.

Five feet by five feet

Is how big it must be

Dare I complete,

Only dug by me?

Still it hangs in his head,

Follows him to bed.

"Camp Green Lake or jail."

Stanley must prevail.
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this was an assignment in english a few days ago and yeah i liked what i did. i had to choose a child's story/ movie and write a poem so yeah here it is...