I rush through the winds
taking you within
i tring a ling ling
shouts of joy i bring
i splatter water around
take you to into the town
i make you win races
break dainty crystal vases
you take me around with pride
i feel like a plane when we glide
we sweat around the hills
and course along the mills
i love it when you rub my fork
your free spirit, my torque
i love it when you pull my chains
wet puddles when it rains
i love it when you push my pedals
you and me we bring home the medals
i love it when you fill me with air
rabbits and squirrels we can scare
i will listen to your rhymes
iam your partner in crime
with love you call me your bicycle
i my little friend will call you my treacle
coaster breaks, wheely, nike shoes
scrappy knees, treadle, , juicy mangoes
little green footballs, sprocket
dents, snapping twigs, leather jacket
i will stay true to you my friend
with me no other can contend
when we are cruising together
we are happy content and free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gorgeous! ...delicious read..the relationship between a young man and his wheels...hehe...reminds me of my own son.