The bicycle’s chains tangled into a knot,

Is Outcasted by its owner for no reason

Lingering on tree by itself.

The seat was hard as a rock,

Soft as sponge but rotten

Swaddled in spider webs.

The wheels thin as paper,

Rusty as an old radiator

Grass going through the wheels like 1000 pages in a book.

The handles stiff as a stick,

Was easy as a feather but

Hard as a weight one more click and it will be in bits.