WHEELIE
Junker of Iacon
Little Wheelie lived alone in the gutter.
Rhyming words made him sound like a nutter.
Then this orphan became a henchperson,
From there, his life only worsened.
Bossed around by that big meanie Bludgeon,
Another option is getting thrown in a dungeon.
He rebels where he can, sticks it to the man,
But where can he run without becoming undone?
His captors in charge are the same
Politicians, leaders, household names.
He may be quick and clever and subtle,
But if he flees, he’ll get into more trouble.
What is a mere minibot nymph to do
When a Hand is raised against you?
The struggle is rough, but Wheelie is tough
He will live and outlast these ones from the past
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