“Rusted and busted and still functioning!” Gun Roswell
Moped oh so rusted
“When I turn ninety, I will drive a moped” At twenty I playfully joked But little did I know then And, that you should never say when, And, that by the age of fifty A scooter painted pink Would come in nifty!
“There is nothing to riding a bike after a long time, just sit on it and peddle away, it’s just like riding a bike!” Gun Roswell
On neat coloured city bikes on the small city streets
Some of them, are totally colourful, some of them quite bland Most of them, are in such great shape, with many of gears grand Then again, one or few, are totally busted, the metal on them, through rusted But hey, that is just life, and if you get a lemon of a bike Don’t worry, and certainly, do not yet, go on a pedalling strike Because, there are always more of these, fancy two wheeled steeds Just around the very corner, and they do come, in with a very low fee So now, since after the hardest of the steps is done Which was, choosing the bike, for some glorious daily fun Now, you will be able to ride down, all of them busy city streets On that funky bike of the city, painted, oh so completely neat
“Ride a bike, with motors or not, it’s really up to you!” Gun Roswell
Motorised Bikes anyone?
Bikes with motors are fine When you want to avoid that grind But a manual pedaller May be a great leveller When your pulse needs elevating And your blood, circulating
“Ride the smallest bike imaginable! It even has a motor in it!” Gun Roswell
The mini bike
Two wheeled little bike Parked on the side Working days long and hard Hardly getting a rest or charge But still going strong And it’ll be a while until you are done