Suspicious of the Sky Car
in the land of northeast west Gable
a wily witch name of Mable
pushed away from her dinner table
annoyed by a red car on a cable
she thought these sky cars were a mere fable
had this one come from the wizard’s stable?
did it come begrudgingly, or was it willing and able?
staring it down, she appreciated its pretty label.
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