The Sage and the Dodgem Car

A wise old Sage, with wrinkles deep
Rode in a dodgem car, with wheels to keep
In a fairground bright, with sights to see
He navigated, with mastery



With every turn, his wisdom shone
And tales of old, and times now gone
Of life’s twists and turns,
Of lessons that one must earn



The dodgem car, his trusty ride
Whizzing round, with great pride
Through crowds of people, young and old
With each new lap, his story’s told



Together they weaved, The Sage and his car
Through the fairground, not too far
With every bump, they left a trace
Of wisdom and wit, all over the place

The wise old Sage, with tales to share
Rode in a dodgem car, without a care
Around the fairground, he’d glide and weave
With skill and grace, in every move he’d achieve



He’d tell of times, when life was young
Of love, and hope, and tales undone
Of lessons learned, in the school of life
And how to find, the joy and strife



The dodgem car, his trusty ride
Carried him, with speed and pride
Through the fairground, he’d bump and spin
With every ride, a new tale to begin



He’d weave and dodge, with such finesse
His opponents, he’d leave impressed
With wisdom shared, in every round
And tales of life, that astound



The wise old Sage and his dodgem car
A sight to see, a true, wise star
He’ll leave you laughing, and free from strife
With every ride, a new chapter in life.