“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell
Red Bikes 2
Old and busted
New and shiny
Two choices
With their own voices
Which do you want
To take as your ride
On the road fly
Or at least try
It’s not so easy
With bikes as tiny
But try you may
On the road stay
For a time minimum
Until sore is your bum
Then take a rest
You’ve earned it
With the best
“Come on, let’s ride!” Gun Roswell
Red Bikes 1
A scooter
Going harder
Well,
As fast as it can
It has a limited span
The motor
Quite minimal
You can count,
The two decimals
But it doesn’t matter
Because the nature
And the colour
Of this tiny ride
Is as bright
You want to holler
Bright red
Painted with care
This ride
You really don’t
Want to share
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away
“Nothing like a ride, on a bike, during the spring time”
Gun Roswell
Bike Hike
When the roads are cleared of bad weather
Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure
Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes
And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles
After all it has been such a long while
When it was even good to take a ride
Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone
It’s good to leave the dull indoors
And venture out there where the air
Amongst other things feels so much better
You only want to ride all day long
Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs
To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long
“Bicycles and mopeds forever” Gun Roswell
Moped!
I am a biped
Driving my moped
On the street side
Nobody can stop me
Watch me ride
I am driving very far
Watching out for cars
Don’t want any scars
My moped and I
This trip is just fine
Me and my moped
We are together roped
Will not let
Anyone else
Ride on my tiny bike
Some say scooter
I say looser
This is a motor vehicle
Two wheels
Hoping, no on will steel
Having fun
Until day is done
Bike to shed
I go to bed
Until the next day has set
“A top of the world ma!?” Gun Roswell
Left hanging
I was put here on total display Much to my own undesire and dismay
Nobody bothered to ask me if I wanted to stay
So here I just hang until the end of the day
I am not discarded nor broken Nor am I anyone’s special token
But I surely used to be for spoken
Dunno no, if that applies anymore, just hoping
So some one please come and get me
You can ride me even to the sea
My pedals and saddle are still complete
So hope on and let me drive you easily
The yellow bikes are beckoning for a ride” Gun Roswell
Yellow Bikes
The city’s yellow painted two wheeled drives
Came out with the spring and with a great smile
The brightness competing with only the sun
As the bright yellow bikes stand there waiting for some fun
The passers by soon will get some ideas
Hoping on them and riding away with smiles
And as the day progresses on in time
The bike park will soon be empty on the dime
All the yellow bikes now filling both parks and the streets
As all them riders are following that ride worthy beat
Loud ruckus like laughter filling the waves of air
As nothing and no one can deny this bike ride filled cheer
“Sometimes up the wall is the best bet to go.” Gun Roswell
Up on the wall
Up, up and away, up the tallest wall to be climbing, perhaps even with a bicycle to be riding, when that, maddening feeling hits and all the way up to the ceiling I wanna go.
It might sound dumb and crazy and certainly not safe, but this would hardly be the worst attempt of anything I’ve done so far, and far might not be the road, as up the wall and into the ceiling I will go.
But, when finally reaching that goal, and hanging there up on the pole, I can retort,
I’ve made it to the top!
“So hard to choose, which ever you do, you won’t however lose!” Gun Roswell
Two colours of bikes
The blue or the red?
What if there was some other colour instead?
Perhaps the dull grey one in the background?
But they all look all and fit and got that special it.
For hauling around groceries and other types of shit.
So, no matter which one you ultimately do pick.
They are going to be the ride of the day hit!
Enjoy the two wheeled peddling mobile!
Ride around until you too started feeling docile!
Yeah, just because it takes quite a lot of energy.
Simply to push those things up a slippery hill!
So a friendly warning to those with less of a chill (read bad shape due to no exercise):
Try not to take it too fast during round one, all you’ll become ill!
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