Mike's Trike

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Vintage Publishing

Submitted: August 14, 2017

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Submitted: August 14, 2017



Mikes Trike  by  Germanica Jones

Mike had a bike,

We called it a Trike.

It did have three wheels, like

And a bag on the back, which we once filled with eels.

He rode down the road

As mad as a toad

Till he ran out of road and entered the ford.


Into the water he sped.

His face turned bright red

As the mud of the river bed

Rose over his knees and up to the top of the wheels.

We called him a dizzy lout

And teased him about

The lack of a shout when the eels swam out.


The Trike developed a squeak.

A most horrible eek! eek!

And rust started to leak

From the chain and the various bearing seals.

We knew he was approaching

By the Trike’s noisy moaning

And the cling, cling, of Mikes bell groaning.


But alas Trike is no more

Pedalling it, was a chore.

His rear also got a little sore

As the seat had worn leaving bare rusty steels.

He now owns a plastic car

Which he can’t pedal far

But the boot carries a large jam jar

Which is good for eels and less chance of rusting wheels.

© Copyright 2018 Germanica Jones. All rights reserved.

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