It all began ‘cause I was poor.
And then I found that weird brochure.
While walking, wandering around
I saw the pamphlet on the ground
And instantly it caught my eye
For this is what it said: “Oh, Hi!
Do YOU need to make money fast?
Try inventing – it’s a blast!
The secret for you to succeed
Is working out what people need!
It’s true! You’ll live a life of ease!
A ketchup bottle you can squeeze?
That inventor got so rich!
And think about how you don’t itch
Because back-scratchers got created!
That invention’s highly-rated.
Yes, fame and fortune await you.
Just think of things that frustrate you
Then go get cracking on the cure!”
I finished reading the brochure
And thought and thought about how I
Should give inventing things a try.
I looked around the neighbourhood.
My schoolmates didn’t look so good:
Groaning, glum, with stooping backs
And all because of their backpacks
Stuffed with books and reams of papers
Pencils, lunches, snacks and staplers.
“Hmm,” thought I. “They’d be less glum
If I could ease their burden some!”
I got to work, and then – with hype –
I soon unveiled my prototype!
The Bookbag-copter it was named.
“Attach it to your bag,” I claimed.
“Then set the blades to ‘hover mode’
And this device will ease your load!
A helicopter for your bag!
It bears the weight, so you don’t sag.
Though it’s lifted just a hair,
Your bookbag feels as light as air!”
A friend of mine bought one, and soon
My sales grew bigger than the moon!
A dozen copters; fifty more!
I couldn’t keep them in the store!
But then they gave me massive grief.
My gizmos, made to bring relief,
Brought trouble. I designed them wrong.
They powered up and got too strong!
The copter blades – I don’t know why –
Took off, with bookbags, to the sky!
Customers watched, by the score,
Their homework flutter, lift and soar
Above the town, across the land –
Which wasn’t AT ALL what I’d planned.
Thousands of reports abounding
About how bookbags needed grounding
“All ‘cause some inventor’s greedy,
Now my bookbag’s in Tahiti!”
Pencils dropping from the clouds
And lunches falling onto crowds
And bookbags bumping into birds
And pilots having angry words
Bookbags flying on the loose
Gave every nation an excuse
To say the money that I made
Just simply had to be repaid
So was it worth it? I’d say yes.
Although it wasn’t a success
I still get letters thanking me
For sending homework out to sea.
It may take decades, I have learned,
‘Til all the bookbags are returned.
Can you read The Bookbag Copter rhyme for free?
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