This little red bike of mine
Got me in some trouble
I used to ride it round the block
Even with my brother.
One day I made a decision
I have no idea now why
But I grabbed my little suitcase
A singlet and my monkey
And off I did ride.
My bike it was my pride and joy
Bright red it was in color
With a matching seat although with sparkles
Everyone saw me coming.
This day I didn't know where to go
My parents had given me rules
They played in the back of my head
But I wasn't going to school!
I found a vacant house block
And hid my bike in grass
Placed my suitcase beside me
And watched the cars go past.
I heard my name being yelled
As I curled up in a ball
Oh man I was going to cop it
As footsteps sunk in the sand.
A hand reached down and grabbed my bike
A hissing noise I heard
Mum was releasing the air from the tyres
But thankfully it was her.
Cold and tired she lead me home
Dragging my bike along with flat tyres
My monkey and my suitcase
Draped across her shoulders.
When she asked me where I was going
I replied "I didn't go on the road"!
Author notes
funny how some rules stick! btw tyres = wheels tis tyres in Australia
A contest entry
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600 points, ended May 11, 2007, 3 entries
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Comments
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sounds so free and so cheery.
the scary part was the hand and the hissing part. i thought that the hissing was a bunch of stinging bees. the hand threw me off at first glance. reminds me of running away from home- the suitcase.
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Lmao I loved that little line at the end because it was just pure genius to come up with such a remarkable little ending like that. any ways enjoyed this alot and really got a nice little laugh outta this poem. I can not blame you one bit for wanting to skip school and ride your bike it twas your pride and joy. any ways nice entry and thanks for entering and best of luck to you
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