My old bike
With broken spokes and pike.
I could not master
Or even go faster.
Rhythm was not mine
I couldn't ride in a straight line.
So my bitter foe
He hurt my shin and my toe.
Training wheels were a need
Advice I never did heed.
Handle bars were let go
Balance did not grow.
Goodbye bike, I walk every mile
With more than a cheerful smile.
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HumorA collection of Lighthearted poems and stories on various topics. These were entered in contests and can be viewed here. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read...
