Thank Bigfoot (A fun poem)

Thank Big Foot
Copyright 2023 by Lori-Ann Willey

At the base of Katahdin, so grand and tall,
I felt my bladdahs, urgent call,

I searched for a spot, away from the trail,

But oh no, no toilet paper?  What a fail!

Just as I panicked, and started to fret,

A bigfoot appeared, I'll never forget,
He kindly offered his fur, so soft and so thick,
And said, "Here, my friend, use this.  It's a quick fix!"

I couldn't believe it, but what could I do? 

Graciously, I took his offer, and said, "Thank you!"

His fur was so fluffy, so silky, and oh so warm,

It made me forget, my earlier alarm!

After I finished my business and turned to thank,

The Bigfoot, had gone over the bank,

So, when I looked back, he had disappeared,

Leaving me with his fur, and nothing to fear!

I learned my lesson, oh so clear,

Always bring toilet paper, when nature's near,

But if you forget, and Bigfoot comes to your aid,

Remember to thank him, and never be afraid!

Never Forget the Toilet Paper (A fun story)

Never Forget the Toilet Paper 

Copyright 2023 by Lori-Ann Willey

Camera-man photo

In the deep, dark woods of Maine, a group of friends set out on a camping trip at the foot of Maine's tallest peak -Katahdin. They packed everything they needed, or so they thought. But one item they forgot to bring would turn their trip into a living nightmare.

On the second day of their trip, one of the friends named Paul had to relieve himself. He wandered off into the woods and found a secluded spot. But as he finished, he realized he had forgotten to pack toilet paper.

In a panic, Paul searched for an alternative. He found some leaves, but they were all too rough and scratchy. He tried using his sock, but it only made things worse. Finally, he found a rock that was smooth enough to use. After scraping off the slippery clay-like mud against a nearby rock, he then swiped it across some damp moss that lay at his feet.

As he wiped himself with the "clean" rock, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and saw a small cut, but thought nothing of it. Little did he know, that cut would be the beginning of the end for him and his friends.

Over the next few days, the friends began to experience strange symptoms. They had stomach cramps, headaches, and fever. They also started to see strange things in the woods - shadows moving, eerie sounds, and the feeling of being watched.

One by one, the friends started to disappear. Some were found dead, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition, and strangely, covered with small rocks as if to conceal their bodies. Others were never found at all. The remaining friends were terrorized by something they couldn't see or explain.  They wondered if Bigfoot really does exist.

As they huddled together in their tent, they realized that it was the rock that had caused their nightmare. It was cursed, imbued with an evil that had been awakened by their use of it. And now, it was coming for them.  However, one lone friend insisted it must be some wild beast known in those parts as "Sasquatch".

In the end, only one of the friends survived to tell the tale. He warned others never to underestimate the power of the wilderness, and to always pack the essentials. But some say that even to this day, the cursed rock, or Sasquatch, still lies in the woods, waiting for its next victims.