A Wagon

I had a wagon
A red wagon
Full of my most
Precious items
I pulled that wagon
With my precious
Leave me precious
I Says why
No good for you
I say never found
Anyone softer
To look at
I pull that wagon
With my precious
Gets mad
I fight , we fight
Not get my precious
You look at me
Cross eyed
What’s so precious
About your wagon?
Her name is sanity
I fight for that.
Not good but I
Try to make
You wonder
You are my precious