The saddle was so old it was falling to pieces,

the chrome was peeling of like a scab,

falling all flaky and sad,

the chain was so rusty it was unable to move,

it would take the worlds strongest man and the best mechanic to fix this heap of junk,

the spokes were jutting out in most peculiar ways,

one here one there,

the tires were popped and still leak are to this day

the spiders loved the spokes

and the wasps loved the tires

the handle bars were the wrong way round,the gears crunched with a ccccccccrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggg

the horn barely honked,

the light barely shone©