The enchanted bike is an abandoned thing waiting for its last ride out.

Its gears are as rusty as an old chain.

Cogs on an unwanted bike wet and soggy on the jewie grass.

The saddle is helplessly falling to pieces.

Brakes look like small reindeers antlers.

Its paint work needs sending to a large factory.

The bikes frame is unconstructed and about to crumble into pieces.

Lights flickering in a dark night waiting to be fixed.

The bikes tiers slowly deflating in the scorching hot sun.

Its spindles are squeaky like a mice talking.

It is reflectors reflect on every beaming sine.

The bikes rust spreads across the gears.

the bikes pedals are as dear as a cup of hot warter.