Observation poem
The bike resting on a tree
Waiting for an old friend.
The wheel spinning
Like a Golden Retriever
Doing tricks for treats.
The heavy chain screaming
For help like a stranded man.
The rusty handlebars sticking
Out like the devils horns.
The pedals hanging,
Unable to move.
The seat wanting
Someone to ride it.
The body waiting patiently
For its turn for someone to
Clean it.
The spindles roaring for
Someone to make them
Dizzy one last time.
The bell ding dings for a
Person to clean and use it
The gears waiting patiently
as they have no-one to use them.
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