The Ostriches Out For a Drive
Mr. and Mrs. O were on a ride traveling down Route 66.
The car was a convertible, doing forty, without any tricks.
An August day with the sun streaming down on their necks.
I love the way the sun looks, she has such beautiful flecks!
Ostriches United were waiting for these two to arrive.
They would be at the convention by a quarter to five.
We’re having a fine time! Said Mrs. To her husband Latimore.
But if you let me drive, honey, we could be there by four.
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