Cycle – forward left, forward right.
Zing zang zong!
Flowers on the left, trees on the right.
Nodding in unison or shaking in denial.
Whizzing past folks while tinkling on the bell.
Watch out,here I come!
Puffing up the hill and enjoying downride.
What’s that I hear? Poof..
Why am I slowing down?
Ah…a tyre breathes out.
Resuscitation taking place!!
The tyre is up and off I go again..
Submitted for Thursday Poets Rally Week 56