One snowy morning, the robin hopped out of his teapot home. The courageous adventurer glided into the frosty breeze as the other robins sang their cheerful morning song. As the tiny, abandoned hut disappeared behind him, snow fell swiftly from the endless grey sky. As he shivered, the determined robin begun his long journey to get to his true love.
The perfect day
Blueberry ice-cream
Crisp steak sizzles on the grill
Seagulls soar above me
The Elder Bike
The weary traveller rests,
in a dark and dusty shed.
The moss forms like a blanket,
hugging the frame tight like a teddy bear.
The wheels used to spin like racing cars,
but now poison ivy weaves
between the delicate spindles.
Their endless turning is now extinct.
The handlebars used to look brand new,
now they are rusty and grim
like Gloom Castle
the foul, fragile bars groan when you try to move.
The bell is rotten and wrinkled by time,
the joyful ding ding has vanished for good
Replaced by the sad dong dong
this is its dying song. Bye Bye Mr Bell.
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