The bike is waiting for

for someone to ride it.

The handle bars are

as dusty as the corner

of an attic.

The light is as bright

as the sun.

The bell is as loud

as someone screaming for

help.

The chains are clashing

together when people

ride it.

The metal is rusty because

it has been in too many

rain storms.

The saddle is as hot

as the Sahara Desert.

The cobwebs have been

there for 20 years.

The rubber tyres are

covered with wet,dirty

moss. Ewwwwww.