Donation Poem by Phil Ward

Of all the people in the world
There's only one of me,
I work to help the limbless,
And aid mobility.

I'm based out in the country,
I'm not out there by chance,
The factory's near the river,
In a rural part of France.

My job is very special,
I'm always in demand,
Making lightweight wheelchairs,
I keep a lot on hand.

I make them by the dozen,
Green ones sell the best,
Manual or electric,
Come put them to the test,

The users come in bus loads,
We're on a popular route,
You can buy the ready-made ones,
Or we make them up to suit.

The French are quite discerning,
We're a victim of their taste,
They seem to really like us,
Well, the bits below the waist.

It is a growing business,
Sometimes a long backlog,
There's really no alternative,
To help a legless frog.