My Carpet Ride
The Arabian flying carpet knocked me off my feet.
I was bent over sideways with a feeling of defeat.
Yelled a bystander, “Is that a flying carpet? It is sweet!”
I took out my giant bag of munchies, great things to eat.
Hey, said my travel mate, foxy fox, are those cupcakes wheat?
I was amazed he noticed in middle of super long tweet.
We rode over through six continents a tour that could not be beat
So, I was thrilled the aggressive carpet had knocked me off my feet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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