White Water Rafting

I wrote a poem about the whitewater rafting trip last year, so here it is:

The carriages pulled up
And out they piled
Teenaged boys
Rough and wild
Ready for anything
One that summer day mild

They walked to a building
And forms they signed
The forms were legal
And would legally bind
But they signed without
One look behind

Then they rode to the boats
And grabbed the oars
"Let us go," they cried
"Bar no doors"
"Skip the lessons!" came the shout
"They're terrible bores!"

They picked up the boats
And walked to the river
It was rough as a cougar
With not a sliver
Of still water
That woudl peace deliver

And they were off
With a whoop and a shout
They shot the rapids
Triumphant cries throughout
They pressed through danger
Without a doubt

They stopped for lunch
On the mossy banks
They walked about
With splashes not clanks
"Press on!" they cried
And pounded their flanks

There before them stood
A massive rock
Their swift passage
The stone did blcok
More than one knee
Did begin to knock

But they pressied forward
As they had always done
"Let's do it now!"
"It'll be fun!"
Then they pushed off
In the noonday sun

One, then two boats
Left the cove
One,then two boats
Dangerous swells they rode
Then went boat number three
It flipped, into the water it dove

It tossed out three
Before you could think
Landed them in
The dark cold drink
One climbed back in
And laughed with a wink

The two were rescued
Pulled to shore
Clothing drenched
Arms sore
But they shook it off
And went back for more

At the end of the day
When they were tired and wet
Their fast rides home
The travelers met
Them doing it again
Would be a safe bet