A bike is just a bike
It can take you for a riding hike
A bike is just a bike
With a motorcycle it is a look alike
A bike is just a bike
When you ride it you feel childlike
But there is something I dislike
It is hard to impress and make a good strike
Two wheels and one seat available for hitchhike
Your charming words will have a declined spike
Therefore it is best to leave the bike for the dikes
Silvia I loved this observation of yours in practical reality.......of every day life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Sylvia, I like the repeating rhyme This was one I wrote in similar vein, hope you like it: Woe betide Those who deride Others on the slide No need to chide Chips to be fried Instead confide And together glide Go for a ride On the same side On a road thats wide No time to bide Or place to hide So don't be snide Go find a bride Then at least you've tried What others have spied On the River Clyde