Friday, August 17, 2012

Wobbly Wheel - A Silly Poem

   My bike has a wobbly wheel.
It happened racing down a hill.

I hit a rock and flew up higher,
Than advised for my front tire.

Now when I ride I waver and weave.
I've had to add time to when I leave.

I used to ride straight, south to north,
But now I have to go back and forth.

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