The Knock Knock Buggy

The knock knock buggy came to mow me down

Loud and clattering it came up proud

Big old wheels made of stone

Spiky chariot carved from bone

It came around the corner at a rapid pace

There was never any mention of a race

Blows from the up left down and right

Like a rabid dog putting up a fight

No sound of a bell or sight of a ring

Fair game here was not a thing

Knock knock and crick and crack

Smack on the concrete tippty tap

Out on the road I was all but a mush

The buggy was gone, it left in a rush

Squeaming and shaking it did take a while

But when I got up it was in quite a style

For my legs got all stretched so I stood a bit taller

And my patchwork of scars made a thick coat of armor

My eyes were stamped open a little bit wider

And the gaps in my head made me a little less blinder