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I suppose the inventor of the wheel will ever remain a mystery,
A nameless face lost forever in the abyss of ancient history.
Was it a man or woman?  This we will never know.
No matter who it was I'd like to postulate my theory though!

Woman from the time of Eve was, it seems, dealt a losing hand,
Facing misery under mans' thumb, acquiescing to his every demand.
Man had his sport hunting with rock, club, arrow and bow,
Piling mastodon meat and other game upon her back bent low!

One day she mused, "Ugh! I've had enough of this silly guff!"
So a woman it was who invented the wheel to carry all that stuff!
This novel idea made life easier for everyone concerned.
Man mused, "I need to find other things to pester her, by durned!"

The oldest known wheel it seems was made in Mesopotamia,
And I reckon among the citizenry caused sensational mania!
Everyone just had to have their own set of "wheels", as it were.
The sale of this unique commodity outsold frankincense and myrrh!

Now many macho guys will claim that I have betrayed their gender,
By suggesting that woman was the inventor and that to them I pander.
But we are grateful to the originator, whether it be a him or her,
As we whizz along the highway on our radials at seventy miles per!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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