She loved her bicycle even though it wasn't brand new.
It had a dented fender and only one pedal;
but she didn't even care.
She loved her bicycle and everyone in the neighborhood knew.
She rode it everday
and waved cheerfuly to everyone she passsed.
She blew kissses with both hands;
she never saw the tree in front of her
until she rode into it and crashed.
Her front wheel was twisted like a letter S.
Her handlebards were nowhere in sight.
She had two scraped knees and a broken heart
because the large tree, from her wonderful bike, had taken a big bite.
She dragged what was left of her sorry bike home.
The journey was long and hard.
Then she dug a deep, dark hole
and buried it in her small backyard.© Copyright · May, 01, 2016 · All Rights Reserved