Re-Inventing The Wheel Poem by Stanley Cooper

I dreamt I invented the wheel
My dream of a wheel was surreal
This wheel, I declare
Wasn't round but most square
For rolling, it wasn't ideal

Toothpicks for spokes, not reliable
For square wheels, they're not at all viable
Though thin wooden spokes
Could be subject for jokes
For square wheels they're not justifiable

No longer am I debonaire-ish
My dream, I'm afraid, was nightmare-ish
Like a run-away train
It just crashed in my brain
Inventing of wheels that are square-ish