The one that's like a Dr. Seuss Book

On Friday last we had a treat.

It happened right here on our street.

Our dusty little one lane way

gave entertainment for the day.

On our road there was a truck.

This truck was stuck. Stuck in the muck.

The children came from everywhere

and since they had not any chairs

they sat all along our fence.

“This truck does not make any sense!”

It would not move, this truck was stuck.

The truck was stuck in knee-high muck.

The problem came from all the sand.

All the sand across the land

washes down after the rain

and fills our road that has no drain.

And this is how the truck got stuck.

The truck got stuck. Stuck in the muck.

Gabriel, part of our clan,

was there to help, his master plan.

Right now he’s in driving school.

He’s there to learn, he is no fool.

Learning how not to get stuck

driving a truck through the muck.

Cocas, Dorcas, Virginia too

with Dionisio in their crew,

took the time out of their day

to watch the truck rather than play.

But it was fun to watch the truck

that got stuck, here in our muck.

Ofeita, Atija, sisters two,

Canito and Mauricio, siblings too,

wondered if the truck would stay

until the rain came for the day.

Would it stay stuck in the muck?

This soon to be muddy truck.

The truck sat there for many hours

but the engine had plenty of power.

The problem was there was no load

to help with traction on our road.

It was bad luck the truck got stuck.

The truck got stuck here in our muck.

The next day the truck was there.

It hadn’t been able to go anywhere.

But suddenly some help arrived!

Another truck to help it drive

out of the pit where it was stuck.

Stuck overnight in even more muck.

But this help did not work out.

The truck was stuck without a doubt.

In fact it made the problem worse.

It looked like it’d now need a Hearse.

And still it sat, the truck was stuck.

The very same spot, stuck in the muck.

The end of the day turned just plain funny.

Sitting in the shade because it was sunny,

the children laughed at the crazy sight

as three more cars befell the same plight

Soon a whole herd of cars got stuck

up to their axles in the muck.

On Sunday, the man in the yellow shirt,

with giant knife and tribal skirt,

passed by the truck and went away,

deciding to witchdoctor somewhere else this day.

He would not help dry up the muck

in which the truck still sat there, stuck.

His drumming friends passed by as well

off to torment some other dell.

They drum and drum all through the night.

Although they did make quite a sight

as they walked around the truck

and beat their drums that it was stuck.

On Tuesday morn to our surprise

the truck was not before our eyes.

Finally the truck was gone.

It seems the driver finally won

and drove the truck out of the muck

from which is sat for five days stuck.

I hope you like my little tale

of what happened on our trail

and hearing of this poor truck’s woes.

The moral of the story goes:

Don’t drive in places full of muck

Especially if you’re a truck.