Mr Peek's poetry place...
Saturday, 24 January 2015
The little car.
The little car was feeling sad
He'd run right out of fuel
And so he made himself feel glad
By eating loads of gruel.
And then he drove around the town
And over hill and dale
And round and round in circles
Until he caught his tail.
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