Would You, Could You, On A Truck

**The following story may best be digested if read aloud**

On the corner we sat, warmed by the sun,
Awaiting the van escort, the journey would be fun

The time was growing late, where could the van be,
I thought our ride was set, for a quarter past three

When a ways up the street, a red truck came roaring,
The truck was our escort, our trip would not be boring

Then the driver piped up, “In the bed you will ride!”
But the bed was packed tight, there was no where to hide

From tires to gas tanks, and food sacks galore,
We stuffed in our bags, from the cage to the floor,

In the spaces between, we managed to fit,
What an uncomfortable ride, with no places to sit 

With Brandon, and Juan, and myself all included,
Cole Bruner, and Josh, and Chance not excluded

The team was all off, for the journey ahead,
Sandwiched together, in the little truck bed 

We laughed and we joked, for this could not be real,
When the truck screamed to a stop, the breaks they did squeal

 Up bounced a woman, beaming with glee,
“I could sure use a ride, do you have space for me?”

 Adjustments were made, for she was quite nice,
We squeezed her all in, with her big bag of rice

 Now set to take off, for the journey in store,
When a woman cried out, “One more, one more!”

 Light she did travel, would one more not fit,
But the sack on her back, sure brought a good kick,

 Her cargo was curious, If I say so myself,
Just a baby Bolivian, not the size of an elf,

Could things get more twisted, the truck was once thinner,
Then she slid up her shirt, it was time for his dinner,

 Crazy this was, as the truck was exploding,
To the brim we were packed, it was time to get going

 For hours we drove, over rivers and streams,
We cried out in laughter, this was surely a dream

 The truck came to a halt, in a small town of fifty,
The driver ran off, with a demeanor so shifty

 We sat and we waited, as time did drag on,
The back came the driver, like he’d never been gone,

 In his hand was a sack, the was cluckin’ and kickin’,
For the driver ran off, to purchase 3 chickens

 Now poultry, and babies, and missionaries galore,
Not much was missing, what more was in store?

 Then up popped two children, homeward bound they did go,
Just two more to fit, as the truck overflowed

Onward we went, on dirt roads and small paths,
As the sky clouded up, it was time for our bath

 The clouds then poured out, soaking us with rain,
Our patience ran thin, what a lesson to gain

 It kept dumping down, the sound sweet like a harp,
With one place to go, we slipped under the tarp

 Now tightly we packed, how we fit I don’t know,
Claustrophobic I am, how much longer to go,

 The trip did drag on, as the rain came to a halt,
A tough lesson learned, taken with a grain of salt,

 The blue skies were open, our path was looking clear,
What a ridiculous journey, the end was surely near

 Now into the village, the truck came to a stop,
Just five hours later, we arrived at the top,

 When things sure seem crazy, and you feel like you’re cursed,
Just remember this lesson, things could always be worse.

 The end.