It came from somewhere
A dent on it somewhere
At first, looked a bit fishy
Its soft and squishy
A strong push, zoom it goes crazily
Face adorned with a smiley
Yellow in color
But rolls on with valor
A push, a wind, a slope
Is all it needs for a hope
To fuel it to its destination
The hero of this compilation.
Mind set as if always sunny
Without minding if others find it funny
It marches on forward
Without seeking any reward
This is the end
Of what I have penned
Words designed to chime
In this attempt to write a rhyme.
