Blue bike

Blue bike short poem

Blue bike(Northern dialectably)

A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery
That bike was mine
I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode it chancery
That bike was mine
I popped a tyre down near ta factory and I took it home to tell ta family we got out spoons and inspected ta mattery then I put a plaster were the puncture bubbled watery
That bike was mine
It had 10 gears which were satisfactory five were hard and the others sappery but it got me going were I want ta be
That bike was mine
Soon I was looking for a new bike practically with ten more gears and a name that suited me but I’ll never forget that blue bike frankily
Because that bike was mine

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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