Puff the Tragic Wagon

“Let’s take it for a whirl,” he said, |that rusty old ute behind the shed.    Its tyres were flat, its paint was all flaked –    but still, it roared when gently waked. We named it Puff, with dragon flair,      and drove it laughing everywhere.   (c) Dennis Ryle November 2025 dVerse challenge – compose a quadrille – a poem ofContinue reading “Puff the Tragic Wagon”