The Snowmobile of Joe MacNeil

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The snowmobile of Joe MacNeil

Skidded into town,

The snows were yet to come

But Autumn leaves were turning brown.

The roaring of the engine

Could be heard by every ear,

You know the deal with Joe MacNeal

And that’s nothing to fear.

Joe shut off the engine

With a shudder and a BANG;

A sure summoning signal

To his snowmobile gang.

First out was Big Tim,

Who could not be matched in strength.

But Tim was often far away;

On Tim’s own wave length.

Next was Charlie Caulker

Who was known as a great talker.

He could talk your ears off

Could chatty Charlie Caulker.

Right upon his heels there sprung

Marriot O’Moulder,

You knew just who it was

From the parrot on his shoulder.

Last out onto the street

There stumbled Sergeant Strain

He wasn’t very fit

But he had a large brain.

They gathered around Joe

To adore and to admire,

He stood robust before them

Them his subjects; him their sire.

Not one of them possessed

A single handlebar or wheel,

But Joe would often let them ride

That awesome snowmobile.

Then he’d drive away

With his gang all running after,

They never could keep up

Each one breathless with his laughter.

Autumn turned to Winter

Bringing whiteness to the ground.

The gang watched out their windows

For Joe skidding into town.

They waited before breakfast

And they waited after brunch,

They waited until dinnertime

Forgetting to eat lunch.

Not a single sound

Could be heard upon the snow

Where was that snowmobile?

And where was noble Joe?

Charlie Caulker (the best talker)

Got the whole gang talking.

“Snowmobile Joe would never

Through the snow be walking!

He only ever travels on his

Trusty snowmobile,

Something must be wrong with it,

Or wrong with old MacNeil!”

“I think,” said Sergeant Strain

“We must devise a plan,

To go out through the snow

To rescue old Joe if we can.”

So they plotted all together

What they were going to do,

Then went out to the scrapyard

With some blueprints and some glue.

Now Big Tim was a bit dim,

But they needed him now,

To haul the bits of scrap out

So they could build their plough.

Marriot O’Moulder

Sent the parrot on his shoulder

On the longest ever search

As it grew ever colder.

It came back to their den

With a shuffle and a squawk,

“Little Joe, little Joe!”

Said the parrot who could talk.

“Your parrot’s gone and found him!”

Exclaimed Charlie with a cheer,

“Come on, let’s go rescue him,

And bring him back here.”

Tim pushed the plough

That was made from bits of bin;

While Charlie and the Sergeant

Held up a roof of tin.

Marriot’s parrot

Lead the crew on their way,

And Marriot yelled “LEFT!” or “RIGHT!”

So Tim didn’t stray.

And on through the snow

The boys trudged in a huddle,

On through the fields

Through the rain and the puddles.

At last when they each

Were about to lose hope,

They saw a small light

At the top of a slope.

“It’s Joe, he’s alive!”

Shouted Charlie the talker

As Joe wandered over

Like a sleepy sleepwalker.

“Hey boys… What you doing?”

Joe scratched at his head.

“We’ve come to your rescue!”

As one the boys said.

“Come in then!” said Joe,

And he led them inside,

Where they were warmed up

And fed eggs that were fried.

They asked him what happened

To his super machine?

And he told them the truth

About where he had been.

“My poor rusty snowmobile

Can’t really go

When all of the ground here

Is covered in snow.

It works best in Autumn

Or Spring or the Summer,

With snow it don’t work

Which I know is a bummer.”

The boys were surprised

At this shock revelation.

Their mission had received

A swift termination.

But Tim turned around

And with fervor and zeal

Said “We made a road

For you Old Joe MacNeil.”

“Hey crackers, he’s right!”

There’s a path through the snow!”

Said Charlie as Marriot

Pointed to show.

Their plough had made tracks

That had left the way clear,

Should one have a defective

Snowmobile here.

So all through that day

(After having a meal)

They drove on the snowmobile

Of Joe MacNeil.

© Ben Cotton




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