245. chromarty rubbers, the field in (still stuffed up)

chromarty rubbers, the field in (still stuffed up),
remembered (to try) the boy scout field club book,
what you’ve got (to do, said) a reference tell,
a tower, or mountain, or stream follow, help

IS NOT ON THE WAY (the field book would claim),
THERE’S NO HOPE BUT BURROWING, BLASTING, OR TRAINING
YOUR MIND TO REFUSE ALL WATER AND FOOD,
AT LAST (and) YOU DIE (coyotes confuse with)

the boy scout field club for reasons (a judge
had sentenced the leader to twelve years in scrubs)
is no longer with us, but wisdom (less) limits —
chromarty was well that coyotes were missing

he found, though, at last, a road (it’s in france)
that seemed to go somewhere (though sometimes they can’t),
and set off to reach an antihistamine
(store with) or friendly native person to speak with

ajax p. piehole advised (had) his line was
(chorus) without either lead-in or wind-up, a
representative surfaced, choreographied a circus —
three big bengal tigers would *swanee* rehearse with

*swanee, i’m frightened of the big bengal tiger*
is the strange work of genius he built from this fire,
the ashes, the embers, the very first measure
they mauled sixteen girls and the second bed-wetter

it’s sad no-one will *swanee, tigers* fulfill,
for it had some great lines and the action was chilling,
and if you like mauling by tigers, they call it
the greatest show ever (they couldn’t for all this)

bed-wetter rose for a minute, a moment,
but then he was tossed in the air, to compose this
ajax p. piehole couldn’t describe a
more drama filled scene if twenty years tried to

it wasn’t to be, the insurance, the clean-up,
the massive blood loss, the bed-wetter stringing,
to stitch him complete took twenty-six weeks
in a clinic in switzerland, and that wasn’t cheap
(cont.)