The kids in my church group and I were all going away
On a week-long camp retreat; 'twould be my first time ever.
And would this camp bring my defeat? No, it wouldn't. Never!
Or so I thought at first, at least, approaching Camp Headwaters.
Yet even so, I soon would learn that fans were dirty rotters!
Five minutes had I been there as I sat atop a bunk bed,
While a dangerously low ceiling fan spun right next to my head!
I didn't notice it at first, but soon I certainly would;
As I carelessly jumped down from bed, I was headed for no good.
Searing pain goes through me now; my head the fan had sliced!
Perhaps a dangerous camp like this was somewhat overpriced.
Blood flowed from my cranial wound. Headwaters indeed!
Then along came a counselor, to help out a camper in need.
A quick cloth 'rond the head was a good makeshift solution,
Just to prevent the infection from further germ pollution.
I shuddered when they stated that quite deep was my gash;
More than I had realized, this fan made quite a slash!
Even worse to me was when the word "hospital" was spoke.
Please tell me this was just someone's cruel idea of a joke!
But a joke it certainly was not, and to the hospital we went.
Seeking a way to mend by new-gotten bodily dent.
The pain had mostly subsided now, but would I be okay?
We seemed to be in the waiting room forever and a day.
To the doctor's office I'm called, to learn my imminent fate.
Can my fatal wound be healed, or are we already too late?
Small comfort offers thin paper, strapped across a rubber bed.
The suspense only peaks when the doctor comes in to look at my head.
"Three stitches.", he says, to my shock. This has never happened before!
Will a trio of woven strings help my head restore?
I fear that hurt badly is what they'll do,
But soon this proves not to be true.
Mild pain briefly, but then it is gone;
My cut is sewed up, and the stitches are on.
Now that all is relatively okay,
We head back to camp and call it a day.
On return, I'm happily greeted by friends,
Who are jokingly surprised that I did not meet my end.
The week then continued, just as it would;
Everything happened quite like it should.
But I guess I'm changed now. Inside I'm much more,
For I have endured greater than ever before.
And now, just as any great achievement can,
It has earned me a new nickname...call me Fan Man!