My bike poem
The bike is
leaning against a silver oak tree.
It is a Lion,
looking for its prey.
The pedals areas long as a,
sharks tooth.
The 1st century bike is
overgrown,
by the grass.
Its seat is as bumpy as a tractor wheel.
The handle bars are as long as a,
birds beak.
The Spokes are as
long as,
an Estate.
Hi Lenny
1. I really like the line the bike is leaning against the silver oak tree .
2. Where did you get the line from?
3. Can you change it like this the bike is leaning against the silver birch tree.
You are amazing keep up with the hard work!