How Is the Cruise
How is the cruise?
When my feet could barely touch the pedal
I rode bicycle as if I wished to win Olympic medal
Every day on my knee or elbow was a new plaster
Plus one or two dirty slaps from my angry sister
Why did you buy him bicycle now? Asked my mother
Practice makes perfect replied my fearless father.
The day I dared a deadly gradient in my quarter
My ride took to the right and I in the left gutter
Stood up with a wound bigger than just a bruise
Then came this scorner who asked: how is the cruise?
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2018
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