My wheelchair plans

To do something awful.

I can hear it saying,

“I’m going to make Kari and her Dad miserable.”

 

Its first plan is

To wait until me Dad

Has to go out

Before it squeaks and groans.

It makes sure my Dad

Stays up way past midnight

So I have a chair to go to school in.

It seems like it likes to see

My Dad get uptight.

 

Its next plan is

To worry me with

Its loudest noise.

I have to hear it all day

Until I go home.

When I tell Dad what it is doing,

My wheelchair says, “O.K. It’s time to smarten up.”

 

It’s common plan to do

Is run out of batteries.

There’s nothing I can do

But call someone to help me

To go up a smallest ramp.

But most of all

There’s nothing I hate more

Than to be plugged into the wall

And sit there until my battery charges.

 

Its last plan

Is its most favourite

Thing to do.

It gets Blue Mountain Campitis.

How dare it break down

Right after my parents leave me.

My wheelchair says, “Well, into a manual chair you go.”

I say, “It won’t work, I’ll keep you going no matter what.”

Usually I do.  So there, chair!