First Set of Power Wheels

To every three-year-old
Angelic boy
Wheels
Are everything
But power wheels
That islike hitting
That tiny white baseball
Right out of the park
What’scircle?
Well
That’s the only direction
That you can travel
His pudgy littlefingers
Grip the handles tight
He puts the pedal to the plastic
And holds on for dearlife
Start Stop Start Stop
This ride’s too dangerous
He feels, or at least Isuppose
Because after he drives
In a circle
One hundred times
He comes back
For hisshiny blue helmet
Before he leaves
He blows me a kiss
And the angel
With thePolaris
Drives away
For another hundred circles