My Trike
My trike is a grown up three-wheel bike
It was made just for me.
It takes me where I want to go,
Even when I don't ... Yes, indeed!
As I coast along the road and then...
Come to a stop sign, it's hard,
But I push on and continue my ride.
For me, it's important to start.
Sometimes I think that the wheels get tired
And I take a little trip.
The bike leans to the side, I hit the ground
I hate it when I slip.
Yes, my trike gives me a hard time.
But , no matter what I go through
It's still my bike that I like.
I call it a workout with my trike.
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2016
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