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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Bit of a bumpy ride there Stanley, be a bit sore on the posterior. Kind of going backwards somewhat. Great poem though. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX