And a brilliant thing happened that incited me to rhyme.
I snagged a case of hot dogs from some ardent freezer-cleaners;
I posted to my Seton pals, boasting of my weiners.
"I'll bring buns!" "I'll make cookies!" "We'll meet you on the range!"
It didn't take a moment and the whole thing was arranged.
The scene unfolded epic as the food piled for the feast,.
An umbrella unfolded, too. With sunblock we were greas't.
Picnic table full of picnic, set our bows up on the ground.
Don't think we forgot archery with all this food around!
One brought along his metal detector
And lent a hand collecting on the 18m sector.
One sprained her ankle and they iced her foot up
Now she's under the shelter playing with a pup.
One shot a nail with his arrow made of wood;
That arrow imploded in a one-shot Robin Hood.
The folks who were late mourned they missed the meat,
So the cooks relit the fire and the tardy ceased to bleat.
When the weenies and the burgs were gone we knew it was a winner -
Despite the sport, you cannot say we're getting any thinner -
What started as a lunch, went straight on through to dinner!
And you'll be sorry later if you find you've got one fewer!)
As it turns out, the folk chatter more than Facebook can handle and it seems it won't be long before we get a forum of our own!