As we pulled into the theme park lot,
we had no trouble getting a spot.
There was a sign over the entrance that read:
MOLE WORLD Tunnel Park straight ahead.
After paying our way to enter a shaft,
my dad read a sign posted there and he laughed;
"It says we must put on these giant mole suits."
They came with big mole gloves and bigger mole boots.
After getting dressed up, we climbed through a portal,
my parents were giggling and I faked a chortle;
it seemed that our goal was to crawl through this tube,
like three hairy moles; I felt like a boob.
We must have been inching a mile or so,
when three shafts appeared; which way should we go?
My dad took the left and Mom to the right,
though to split up like this didn't seem very bright.
I continued to squirm and claw through the space,
and emerged on a track of a multi-mole race.
Someone dressed up with a ref shirt on
handed me what looked like a relay baton.
Had I passed out in this silly mole place,
now dreaming I was in a multi-mole race?
Regardless I lurched forward from there
with a stick in my claw and a mind in despair.
Then I saw another mole just up ahead
he was striped like a skunk except yellow on red
"Hand me that thingy!" said the odd-colored mole
so I gave him the stick then he slid down a pole.
I hoped I was dreaming and would soon awaken
the whole event had left me quite shaken
Then my folks appeared with no mole apparel
but Mom was all blue and Dad wore a barrel.
Okay, okay, I am surely dreaming
I ripped off the mole suit and started screaming
Rod Serling appeared from behind a partition,
"Imagine, if you will, a kind of perdition."
As we pulled into the theme park lot,
we had no trouble getting a spot.
There was a sign over the entrance that read:
MOLE WORLD Tunnel Park straight ahead.
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Author Notes
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