The Riding Cart
Squeeze! the Old Man, riding on his cart,
thoughtless people block his way as he tries to put in park.
Switch goes up, switch goes back, he's circling all around,
Lets hope he parks it soon enough, I think I see a frown.
I often see those riding carts & they really make me think,
to ride for fun would be a blast, to depend on would really stink.
Help the man, move out the way, don't stand there & observe,
He's trying hard to be on his way, respect is well deserved.
Copyright © Dee Camp | Year Posted 2010
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