The Ride: A Cooperative Poem Written via Windows Messenger

There was once a turtle named Oscar
Who dreamed of driving at NASCAR
Just outside Paris France
He played and he danced
With two field mice named Gracie and Roger.

They started their journey in Nice
And were immediately chased by police
Who took them for bandits
But they were in transit
And all entered innocent pleas.

At Marseilles they boarded a ship
And in a locker they thought they could slip
To sleep through the days
As they quietly lay
And the ship steamed ahead at full clip

In a week they reached Boston harbor
Where sailors kicked open the locker
Oscar jumped out
Gave a great shout
And the three fled away from the dockers

A good meal in Boston they found
And then they just looked around
Before starting for Charleston
Avoiding the barroom
Not even stopping downtown

They boarded the Twilight Shoreliner
Enroute now to South Carolina
They took a quick nap
Consulted their map
And ate with the rest of the diners

In Charleston, they got off the train
The Greyhound bus never came
They decided to hide
And look for a ride
Because it had started to rain

So Oscar, he stuck out his thumb
Catching a ride was no fun
Gracie was sad
Roger was mad
As the trucks flew by one by one

Finally the waiting had ended
On a farm wagon they rode suspended
They hit every bump
And wanted to jump
But that was not recommended

The journey had been long for each
So they spent the first day at the beach
Daytona was hot
A real perfect spot
And now the race was in reach

The next morning they went to the track
And found a fast Chevy out back
They crawled inside
And went for a ride
As the driver pulled away from the pack

It was over before it begun
Even though the race had been won
Oscar then looked around
And guess what he found
Getting here had been much more fun

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