Filled with excitement on a day off from work.
We looked at red, silver, green and blue,
A nice comfy seat, streamers and basket too.
I got on and off dozens of bikes,
Even fell off a few as well...yikes!
Finally, the silver beauty did beckon me,
To claim it for only a small ransom fee.
I rode it home with bugs catching in my smile,
Over bridges, roads, meadows for a couple of miles.
My sweet little bike was ridden hard by my children,
Flat tires, scraped paint, broken basket was for me to mend.
Screeching brakes, twisted metal and crooked tires,
No longer could I hold my bike together with chicken wire.
Into the bike shop for some magic,
Out of the bike shop with a bill that was tragic.
I loved my purple streamers,
People laughed at them when they drove by in their Beemers.
I loved my banged up rusted basket,
It could go thru ice, snow, sleet or even get sloppy wet.
I loved my super deluxe extra padding seat
Riding so comfy just can't be beat.
It's all gone,
The streamers were left in the gutter,
No trace, no note or letter.
Fare thee well ole bike of mine,
A bike with attitude I will never find.
May the new owner ride you in the wind,
And over the handlebars into the cement do you send.
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