The ancient bike is bored,

it watches the moon ans sun everyday,

wondering if it will be used again.

The exhausted wheels on the bike are so annoyed,

they want to just fall of and roll away if they could.

The lonely pedals on the bike are really have become fat and lazy,

after centuries of of being used,

The handle bars look as old as a 100 year old grandma,

as they buckle under the pressure of the heavy stones, #

The bike can’t wait for the grass to grow tall

so the old dirty bike can disappear for ever