Tag Archives | Frankie

The bike

The bike is old and rusty ,

Smelly, just so wobbly,

It leans against the mouldy , yellow wall

Too tall to fit in the cupboard.                                                                      The bike leans like an old friend against the wall,

Its bell is so rusty and does not work anymore.                                                                                                                                                                  The bike is crumpled up with leaves and mouldy poo and the bike is useless.

 

 

 

 

You are anything by Frankie

 You are the lady, who sells sea shells on the sea shore,
You are a shooting star waving good bye to the galaxy, as you zoom through the night sky,
You are a single planet hanging in the sky by a single string waiting to fall into the darkness, 
You are an eagle scavenging for food at every side of the land,
You are a lunatic Labrador galloping across the garden,
You are a star shining and twinkling in the galaxy’s colourful hands,
You are a juicy, peach waiting to be juiced into a new creation, 
You are a dancing Dachshund trotting down the street,
You are  glove waiting to be put on a hero’s hand,
You are a student waiting to be taken on a exciting school trip,
You are a lollipop waiting to be picked by a bubbly child,
You are the first man on the moon ready for your name to go down in history,
You are a bare bookshelf  waiting to be refilled with wonderful books, 
You were once a dream but now a nightmare, 
You have the scent of my Nan’s hand holding tightly to mine,
You are the sweet to my sour, 
You are the end.