My Bicycle
~My Bicycle~
Everybody had one - everyone but me...
Pedaling everywhere, laughing hysterically.
My brother had an idea; to the tip let us go,
You never know we may find some bits, and them we will show.
Digging in the tip, looking here and looking there,
First he found a frame and wheel, but of more bits we did despair.
Carrying our finds, a mouse-eaten seat, and one wheeled bike frame
We carried them triumphantly down the leafy wooded lane.
Where oh where to find a wheel, to build this marvelous machine?
It kept us pondering all day, as we scrubbed and made it clean.
The next day my prayers of the night, were answered and very soon
The old man who lived on the end knocked, and nearly made me swoon.
Standing there, a wheel in his hand, and mudguard over his shoulder
Declared he had seen us walk on by, and because he was that bit older.
He saw we wanted to build a bike, and of these parts we were short
He was the first gentleman I kissed, and thanked him as I was taught.
My dad had a tin of black paint, we found another of white;
We put the pieces together, it looked a bit of a fright.
One wheel was bigger than the other, the mud guard hung lopsided,
But we managed to make it look good, with love we had been guided.
I took my bike, my pride and joy, and sat on the mouse-eaten seat.
I then realised I couldn't ride it, when I lifted up my feet.
Through thick and thin and many a bruise, determined I was to learn
When oh joy, of joys, I won, but alas landed headfirst in the fern.
As I lay dazed a lump on my head, I saw a very strange sight,
Two legs standing over me, and a head blocking out the light.
The local bobby had seen my fall and come to rescue me;
"I really don't think it's safe to ride, on this black and white monstrosity."
My black and white bike of uneven wheels, lay there looking quite ill,
But I would not give up on it, and pushed it back up the hill.
Whooshing down, the wind in my hair, I felt exhilarated.
I passed the spot I last fell off, shut my eyes and kept my breath bated.
To try the brakes seemed a good idea, as round the corner I flew,
It was then I found that I had no brakes, so I had to use my shoe...
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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