A shopping trolley
One wheel gone
Another contorted, looking to escape
I should tell him there's no escape
I've tried before, it's not possible
A striped companion
His zipper stronger than plastic
Is keeper of the treasury
His sturdiness attracts conflict
Beckons thieves
Invites hostility
They come
Avarice in their eyes
Snarling, we joust for my chattels
Broken umbrella thrusting
Screaming insanely
"Mine, they're mine"
They slink off...
The steel General and I victorious
His crooked wheels stood firm
We reign
For this night
In our Kingdom beneath the bridge