Moped oh so rusted

“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!

Red Scooter

“All journeys have a secret destination, ride there with your shiny red scooter bike!” Gun Roswell

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Red Scooter

“Faster, harder, scooter!”

No, this is not a blooper
And trying not to be a party pooper
But,
This is a vehicle, not a German band
I state, as I here stand

Bike to ride

“The old school bikes are the best, no gears, just muscle power to move forward!” Gun Roswell


Bike to ride

A ladylike bike
With a basket in front
Will lead you
To a treasure hunt

The ride you’ll enjoy
Even, shouting ahoy
While riding around
Plenty of goodies are found

Soon enough
It’s getting tough
Your basket is full
Up the hill
The bike you pull

Sweaty and thirsty
The bike you’re cursing
But when at the top
You see another shop

Quickly mounting the bike
Because you see what you like
With cool breeze in your hair
You thank to gods of this great fare

On neat coloured city bikes on the small city streets

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

Motorised Bikes anyone?


“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

The oddly shaped bike

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“It does work, just hop on a pedal away!” Gun Roswell

The oddly shaped bike

Little convertible
You are so flexible
And very transportable
But even still
The genuine article

A bike is a bike
Of course, of course!

Ride a… trike?!


“Something odd about this one… this bike? Oh, yes! It has three wheels!” Gun Roswell


Ride a… trike?!

It’s a bike?
It’s a trike?
No, it’s a Super bike!

Three wheels
Check out
How it feels
Ride a trike
It’s just like a bike
Only much more
Fun!

The mini bike


“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

The Yellow Bike(s)


“Take a tour around the city of Helsinki, riding a yellow bike for the day” Gun Roswell

The Yellow Bike(s)

City bikes of yellow
For every gal and fellow
Driving by and waving hello
Before we break for jell-o

An Uphill Battle


“Trying to pedal up the hill in a snow storm??? Fun, right!” Gun Roswell

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An Uphill Battle

Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life spent in a chill
(At least in winter!)