Broken Cycle Poem by Philip Carter

The wheels don't go round anymore
The tyres have all gone down
The forks are all bent out of shape
And the bell won't make a sound
The gears are stuck between one & two
The brakes don't work at all
If this was a human being
An undertaker you would call
Luckily for me, the rider
The cycle took the brunt
At the busy junction
With the lorry we did shunt
So I say a big thank you
To my faithful two wheeled friend
Who saved me from the prospect
Of a most violent end.