The Yurt of Time

I found the tent
It seems quite big
I thought I’d got it wrong
I hadn’t, it’s a yurt

I’d been told it was a tent
This must be it
It should travel in time
Let’s give it a go

I typed in the destination
I pulled a lever
The lights flashed
The motion knocked me over

I got up
It seemed like ages
I dusted myself off
I pushed the door open

The light was bright
My eyes focussed
I looked around a bit
It was disappointing

It was as I had left it
I hadn’t travelled in time
The lying bastards
What a dull yurt

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