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