The bike

The abandoned bike rings like the red school bell

The abandoned bike battered like the old snails shells

The abandoned bike has become a home for the families of spiders

The abandoned bike’s chain clinks like a two glasses of kindness

The rejected bike filled with messy moss like haywire hair

The reject bike’s wheels spin as fast as a spider making its web

The reject bike saddle squished like tomatoes under a shoe

The rejected bike rust peels of like an old scab