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Wheel Bad News Poem




When you read my latest poem, you can confidently infer that I've had an encounter with a shopping trolley recently. 
Well, you're right... 
One of those trolleys of the the wobbly wheel kind that keep trying to take you in the wrong direction. 




Wheel Bad News

we all know
the wheels on the bus
go round and round,
round and round.

so, why is it
that the wheels on the 
shopping trolley
go wibble, wobble, wonk
wibble, wobble, wonk?

they should be going
round and round,
round and round
-just like the wheels on the bus
go round and round.

it's wheely bad I tell you
-wheely bad



Comments

  1. Wheely funny, Alan. I love the playfulness of this. Thanks for the smile.

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    1. Thanks Sally. Lots of serious things about at present. It's a brief respite to indulge in some conscious playfulness.

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  2. And the stores never seem to fix them! Fun to hear you making fun!

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Linda. Glad you enjoyed my fun moment.

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  3. They always seem to have a mind of their own, don't they? :-)

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    1. Those trolley are quite devious machines Jane.

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  4. I don't know what's worse - the clunk, or the constant battle to go in the other direction!

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  5. These trolleys are quite wilful Katherine. Stay constantly alert in their presence.

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  6. So true, I'm headed out to do battle with some of those wobbly wheels. What a fun poem to share.

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    1. Kay, I am pleased you found my poem fun to read. good luck on your retail ventures. May the wheels go round and round.

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  7. There is nothing worse than a wobbly-wheeled cart! What a fun poem to read and start my weekend!

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    1. Enjoy the weekend Leigh Anne. May you steer clear of the wobbly wheels.

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  8. I know your pain! LOL Great making a poem of it.

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    1. Thanks Brenda. It was a bit cathartic, but also fun to write.

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  9. Love your Wobbly "Wheel Bad News!" I was smiling all the way through!

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    1. Great Michelle. Laughter is a good response for this poem. I am warmed by such responses. Humour is important.

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  10. Oh, I hate those wobbly-wheeled carts. But the worst thing ever was when I had one loaded and was pushing it out to my car that was parked at the far end of the parking lot ('cause I couldn't get any closer) and an auto lock mechanism went into effect... locking the wheels to prevent theft of the cart... only good thing was it wasn't raining at the time.

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    1. Alice, I can feel your pain and frustration. Wobbly and locked- that's a double whammy. May the weekend treat you kindly.

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  11. "wibble, wobble, wonk" is all kinds of perfect! Been there, pushed that cart.

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  12. Glad you liked the sound of my poem Mary.

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