I’d keep on spouting rickety yack
like train wheels going clickety-clack:
Seldom were I locomotive
usually mere caboose
Rarely dug deep to emotive
spouting cursory excuse
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I’d be like a storm tossed ship
on vast ocean a mere blip:
Bow setting in waves slake
as memories fade remote
astern in churning wake
Who knows how it stays afloat?
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If a car the whimsical Deux Chevaux
that purely minimalist, wheeled gizmo:
Watch it snail wheezily uphill
engine whining cheesily
at speed barely besting standstill
While downhill rolls easily
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-Deux Chevaux = the simple, light, low-powered Citroën 2CV car