.6. No Brakes Poem by David Threadgold

The brakes on my bike
Don’t work anymore
There are holes in my shoes
Having trailed on the floor

Sometimes I don’t stop
Causing many a dent
The forks at the front
Have been straightened from bent

I’ve tried to slow down
Before I collide
But often I can’t
When the targets to wide

Our neighbour’s poor gnomes
Are missing some bits
The small fishing gnome
Has no rod where he sits

And number tens cat
Has nearly gone bald
It got caught in my chain
Getting quite badly mauled

So I must get some brakes
They’re not too expensive
Because damage I’ve caused
Has become quite extensive

© 2008 David Threadgold
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