Watch out world, I’m on my trike!
This is a freedom I really like!
I can pedal with vigour and then freewheel,
Drive at pedestrians, make them squeal!
I can go really fast, or ever so slow,
It’s a fabulous feeling, don’t you know?
I won’t wear a shirt, I want the air on my skin,
But my mum thinks that I’ll bruise my back or my shin,
So I will appease her and wear a flat cap,
In case, heaven forfend, I have a mishap!
The Trike
16 Wednesday Jul 2014
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I don’t know where you get your pictures but I love them. I never had a trike as a kid but I did ride the one that belonged to the little girl that lived next door. Of course she then took a hard toy object and whacked me over the head so hard I needed a little medical attention…where was the love ❤
It brings back memories doesn’t it? Fabulous! I spot them and save gbfm to write about!