Un-(P) -Repaired - Poem by Daniel Murphy
Wrong way round it stands a joke
Front part missing along with spoke
It's been dead so long, though now it's real
There's no chance for it without a wheel
It was just a puncture and easy to fix
Now its uses are none, with rubble it'll mix
I wonder if it knows its future that's in store
No more flying to the shop, no more, no more.
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