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The Race that Started Without Me
The race had already begun without me there
but that didn’t deter this guy from making tracks
in hopes that I would soon catch the pack unaware
yet unbeknownst to me was a different climax.
The thick and heavy air pulsating through my veins
empowered both my legs and my will to catch up
giving me an allusion of a hurricane
though in reality I was a buttercup.
The missing course markers were to me comical
forcing me to beat feet like a jungle drummer
yet for me that is a mission impossible
still I trudged forth since I was not a bail jumper.
That is until my wheels came to a screeeeeching freeze
when a monstrous mud puddle held up a stop sign
so to did the giant sequoia redwoods trees;
now that’s a tough choice if I’m to beat the deadline.
Strategically weaving thru the underbrush
I reached a small clearing serving as a reprieve
At this moment of relaxation let me shush
then that’s precisely when a plot twist was conceived.
My peripheral perception alert alarmed
to my chagrin a cottonmouth was there also,
bursting thru the gruff I tripped and fell in the mud
you could say, I laid prone to bid the mud bravo.
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Answer:
The Race that Started Without Me
The race had already begun without me there
but that didn’t deter this guy from making tracks
in hopes that I would soon catch the pack unaware
yet unbeknownst to me was a different climax.
The thick and heavy air pulsating through my veins
empowered both my legs and my will to catch up
giving me an allusion of a hurricane
though in reality I was a buttercup.
The missing course markers were to me comical
forcing me to beat feet like a jungle drummer
yet for me that is a mission impossible
still I trudged forth since I was not a bail jumper.
That is until my wheels came to a screeeeeching freeze
when a monstrous mud puddle held up a stop sign
so to did the giant sequoia redwoods trees;
now that’s a tough choice if I’m to beat the deadline.
Strategically weaving thru the underbrush
I reached a small clearing serving as a reprieve
At this moment of relaxation let me shush
then that’s precisely when a plot twist was conceived.
My peripheral perception alert alarmed
to my chagrin a cottonmouth was there also,
bursting thru the gruff I tripped and fell in the mud
you could say, I laid prone to bid the mud bravo.
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