SHARPIE CROWS
Screaming and ranting,
An epileptic satan
of a frontman preached.
During this, dirty
Punk-metal grooves lashed at we,
The innocent crowd.
Garth, thats a haiku!
Wine ran out, camp came to end.
Day three, I miss you.
CRAYON FIELDS
Gorgeously cute pop
Roused me from my deep slumber
A delightful start.
LITTLE PICTURES
A bear suit, bare feet,
Outkast and Weezer covers,
Milkmaids and bubbles.
Even conga lines.
I never thought I’d say this,
But Lil Pix were rad!
STREET CHANT
In the noisy room,
Street Chant were much scarier
From You Do The Math
To the ‘I hate you’,
No-one should mess with this band,
Just buy their sweet merch.
GRAYSON GILMOUR
Bereft of usual
Entourage So So Modern,
G.G. seemed nervous.
His voice was shaky,
But musicianship was tight.
Confidence is key.
BANG BANG ECHE
This was so brutal
Limbs flew, I broke some guys arm.
If Iggy was there,
He probably would
Have fled the scene, for fear of
death by Bang Bang Eche.
TALENT SHOW
Elroy, Liam, Neil.
The family Finn unite.
Oh me oh my. Wow.
Open with Pink Frost?
Even play Betchadupa?
How do you top this???
DISASTERADIO
Consistency man
Delivers the goods once more
Dance, or be soulless.
By the way, I like
The addition of ‘moustache’
To D-Rads image.
BONAPARTE TWO (GEDDIT)
Remember how I
Haiku’d Bonaparte before?
Well he gets some more.
Part two, at midnight,
Featured stage invasions! But
tall folk at the front.
Which wasn’t too cool.
Party with Bonaparty
Means sacrifice, though.
GOLDEN AXE
The pending collapse
of my body circa 3
could not stop me now
Renegade room trek
yielded robes, synths, smiling: a
fun Camp finale.
Bonus haiku!
THE SHOW IS THE RAINBOW
The hairy, fat man
Yelled ‘fuck you, emo faggot’,
Calling out Bright Eyes.
He jumped over us,
Amongst us, dancing away.
He did the skinny.
He is Darren Keen.
He is THE party machine.
He is fucking MEAN.
Diana Ross says:
‘Ain’t no mountain high enough,
Camp was awesome, yall’.
James Beavis
