Bike Trouble Poem by Mark Sellen

I wanted a bike,
To do a hundred miles per hour,
But I couldn’t afford a bike,
So I went and bought a Jawa.

Instead of a hundred,
It only did ten,
And then it broke down,
And then again and again.

I managed to fix it,
By working through the night,
Covered it in mirrors,
And millions of lights.

Though ever since I bought it,
Life has turned sour,
Would I ever reach that golden,
Thirty miles per hour?

I was surprised to get it going,
Faster than ten,
But then it broke down,
And then again and again – and again!

Through a stroke of luck,
I passed my driving test,
Though by then I had realised,
That bike was just a pest.

So I bought a bigger bike,
And began to scrap the Jawa,
Working on the Kossack,
Hour after hour.

It was really looking good,
With it’s hematite paint,
And when people saw it,
I was sure that they would faint.

Though six weeks later,
It wasn’t running right,
Despite my hard work,
Long into the night.

Problem after problem,
Caused me anger, caused me pain,
I could no longer stand it,
It wasn’t playing the game.

So I went and bought a moped,
To get around the place,
I could take embarrassment,
I didn’t mind losing face.

I kept working on the Kossack,
Though to no avail,
Lady luck wasn’t with me,
Was I doomed to fail?

Then I scrapped the Kossack,
Rebuilt the Jawa,
Working in the yard,
Hour after hour.

Next I sold the moped,
To get myself some cash,
To buy a few extras,
Though nothing very flash.

The Jawa’s running well now,
The moped did me for the week,
But Jawas are the bikes for me,
Fast, Black and sleek!