Trike Poems - Poems about Trike

There once was a young lad named Ike He road big wheelies on his bike He fell to the ground And made quite a sound Now he rides around on a trike 3/4/2021 LIMERICKS in honor of St. Patrick's Day Poetry Contest Sponsor: L Milton Hankins...

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I remember as a child Of two or three Getting on my Trike My dog with me And off together we would go To great adventures Traveling far and wide All the places we did go Many things that we did All the world we did see Just a child of two or three On my Trike My dog with me...

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goose loves his bright trike legs too short for tall bikes since he was born he honks his own horn and pedals wherever he likes Biker's dozen poetry contest Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy 9/20/18...

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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...

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Many years ago had me a little red trike got scared, so took it and ran away, when I was just a little tyke. Had real long curly hair, took some scissors and cut it off, knew my dad would be real mad, so off on my trike I went, turned around at corner and went home. Dad was mad, but glad I was safe, said...

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I sat on a bench, reading football fanzine; Beside me, man with a craggy face Burst in paroxysm of rage; Cute little boy, breaks the toy! Unreasoning sound, wafted through the air; Angelic face, felt scare! Memories flashed into my mind, A treasure, built with grand design! I ruined it, unwittingly! I wanted to wallow in my own despair; But, Dad took me in his...

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