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Sep 2016
I had one of those but the wheel fell off

I lost the tone of my wobbly piano,
I had one of those but the wheel fell off,...
I fell in a ditch because of this.
A one wheeled bike is a unicycle, and I can't ride one.
I had one of those and the wheel fell off.
I stumbled from the path,
Oh dear,


A passing Arabian from a street market nearby,
Gave me a carpet so that I could fly.
I didn't need my wheels, not one or two or three.
I flew over the houses and crossed the blue sea.
I saw a number of mighty beasts from the briny,
Several fair ships and I'm not being whiney.
It seems to me that I don't need wheels as my carpet's flying high.
Thank you Mr Market Trader.
For now I am a space invader!
(C) LIVVI

Inspired by my two cute grandsons as I played with them this morning
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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