The ancient abandoned bike left in a Queens castle to die,

sitting still trying to remember the memories it had with its owner.

The exhausted  wheels wait in a great expectation for an owner to get on the saddle,

to ride again

Instead the bored wheels looked up to the sun sadly

The desperate pedals want to escape the evil grass,

and see the sun again,

So that it can burn like sausages on  the barbecue.