Tricycle Bicycle Bebacle
As a kid I tried to ride a tricycle down a hill
Start was fine, but as speed inclined the handlebars shaking grew
To wobbling crescendo, and the trike bike ejected me the dill.
I also tried billycarts galore racing down dogleg hill slope descent
Trouble was where did you go when car appeared coming up the road
No choice but to lay back, and slide under parked car, to dent with intent.
You ended up stuck, jammed under the car all covered in grease and blood
Still, alive you were, to race another day down Evil Kenevil hill
The trick was to use tiny ball-bearing wheels on flat-bed missile scud.
I'll never know how I survived the dare-devil trike and billycart rides
Down tracks and roads with no brakes, helmet or boots
Surviving all the grazes scratches, bumps, bruises and back-side glides.
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