The little blue tuk tuk sat on the shelf of a small Sri Lankan store,
He watched other wooden toys as they got picked off of the dusty shelves.
Suddenly, a boy as small as a dwarf wrapped his warm hands around the small car.
The tuk tuk felt rough like it could give you five splinters in one place.
The boy ran to his mother asking politely to have the toy.
The mother looked down at the tuk tuk. It was old and had paint scraped off it,
But no matter how old the tuk tuk was, it was still as fast as a jet in the wind.
The boy put the car on the ground and rolled it along and along the floor. Squeeek! The wheels were as loud as thunder in the night.
The mother sighed but loved seeing the little boy chuckle so she bought the toy.
The family to a new land and the toy to a new house.
The toy drove with joy as it explored the seemingly massive house,
The house seemed massive compared to the small corner shop it came from.
The tuk tuk was in the boy’s shadow wherever the boy would go.
Today the tuk tuk sits on the window sill watching the sunset and gathering dust.
And no matter how old the tuk tuk gets it will never forget its home in Sri Lanka.