Ode to the Rough road to Liberia

As we drove through the jungle (6 hours), we followed the other missionary truck with three missionaries heading to Liberia.  One of the elders in the truck ahead of us couldn't keep from tossing his cookies...that is how hard and rough the road is... below is a poem written by Elder Vaughan who was in the back seat with the seasick elder:

THE (W)RETCHED ROAD TO L-I-B-

There is a road,

'tis a wretched road

Twas the wretched

road to L-I-B-

The tale for you today

is of my escapade

of all the way

of the journey I made.

I was picked up in Freetown East

Our driver was Markus the Beast

Our first destination was Bo,

which is a village, so you know.

We drove and drove in eager haste,

Along the fine road we raced,

To sleep the night in Kenema,

for which rhymes only "dilemma"

We woke early the next morning

A beautiful day now dawning

as I looked up in the misty sky

little did I suppose I'd die

on the (w)retched road

to L-I-B-

We blazed away on the jungle trail

bouncing through potholes of enormous scale

I was fighting and fighting with all my will

To keep myself from getting ill.

One of the elders was finally bested,

his stomach was over-contested 

His dark face went sickly-green,

and his skin a sweaty sheen

All of the sudden to our surprise

he leaned out the window before our eyes

before we even had chance to rest

he threw up all over the forest.

With this trip, I cannot lie, 

you must do it or you'll die

With that road you musn't fiddle,

or you'll get stuck in the middle

As for me I'm proud to say

that I survived that endless day.

In the end, it passed by fast, 

and I'm glad I'm home at last.

I learned that day with every ounce

from every jump, jostle, and bounce

what it really means to do

all that God requires of you.

All of this and more did i see

on the (w)retched road to L-I-B-