Wheelchair - Poem by Claire Page
Hello how are you,
I'm fine thank you,
How are you,
To be quite honest,
Im just sitting here,
Waiting for someone to sit in me,
To take me outside for a drive,
Please sit in me,
& make yourself comfortable
& take me a for a drive.
If you haven't wondered,
My owner is disabled & in a wheelchair,
So I'm her legs which I don't mind,
Which I don't mind because Claire drives me,
Everywhere she needs to go.
The only thing I hat is I don't have a name just yet?
Oh yes I do its Carrie I must have forgot.
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