Those who haul enormous loads
can scarcely fit upon the roads.
I never have to face this sorrow.
I have a miniature wheelborrow.
Others would grim fardels bear.
I swerve about without a care.
I slip tween chocolate and vanilla.
I slide twixt Charybdis and Scylla.
They say the road to Heaven's Gate
is very narrow and most strait.
But let it be however narrow,
it surely will accept my barrow.