I love my bike :: AmyIsabella87 :: Original Poetry

I love my bike

I cycle to work and I cycle home.

Yet today I found myself quite alone.

No energy and ill, nose streaming and weak.

I hit a tough hill and physically a peak.

After trying to make my legs go I hopped off and walked.

Thighs like jelly, I thought I was going to hit the floor.

At the top I turned to get back on,

And along came 'Mr Armstrong' whizzing along.

He looked at me with cheek and knew what I'd done.

He laughed and said 'HA!' 10-speed gleaming in the sun.

I nearly cried, got back on and made it down the slope.

One look or word can tip the scales, that smug, cycling bloke.

(Damn him!)