My best friend is my bike
I have named him Tom
He used to gleam and sparkle
But now he is tired, old and rusty.
The handle bars used to be sturdy but now they wobble
The saddle is now as flat as a pancake, it used to be squishy and comfy
The tyres are cracked and flat where they used to be plump and firm
The paint work used to be shiny and bright, now it peels like skin on an orange.
But Tom is still my bike
I ride him every day
He is my trusty friend
I love Tom!