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

P oetry and Q uestions Sometimes poets try to answer questions. They seek the answer to the age old question, why? Sometimes they just pose questions and invite the reader to consider their response... This short little poem merely asks questions. You might also notice, it has a rhyming pattern and is presented in two, four line stanzas. Consider This Do you dream of mystic places ? Do you dream of mighty deeds? Do you travel in your mind As you stand among the weeds? Do you stare at the horizon? Do you step up to the plate? Do you seek out new adventures? Or have you simply locked the gate?