Troup 718

 

Little Scouts gone missing

They don’t know where he went,

“Someone check the bathroom”

“Someone check his tent”

There were Scout prints in the cheesecake

There was frosting on the car

Winds were blowing somewhere else

Neither near nor far,

The troupe was in a frenzy

No one had a hunch –

Little Scout had never

Not shown up for lunch,

The tuba valves were sticky

The drum caught in a snare

The GPS gets tricky

When North is not up there,

The leader sounds her whistle

The troops should all fall in

Her socks are full of thistles

And her breath still reeks of gin,

No one wants the cheesecake

The tuba doesn’t toot

Bobbie’s brain has gone away

He’s been chewing on a root.

Susy-May is crying

She looks down by the boats

They say she’s almost positive

Little Scout don’t float,

“We’ll have to call his parents”

“This won’t be fun at all”

Was he here for the picture

when we stood short to tall

Bobbie never did say cheese

 with his smirky little grin

I don't remember seeing Scout

and we lined up fat to thin.

Don't say that he's gone missing

as if missing is a place,

we know what he was wearing

posted pictures of his face,

Someone lit the campfire

As daylight hours grew dim

When giggles came from overhead

As Scout sat on his limb.