My Wheelchair's Plans

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!