My bike is ill (poem)

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TheDoctor

Noble and true, with a heart of steel
Moderator
Location
The TerrorVortex
Haikus don't rhyme
But they really ought to contain
Seventeen syllab...

Bugger!!
 

Pat "5mph"

A kilogrammicaly challenged woman
Moderator
Location
Glasgow
The situation is dire:
why won't my pump blow up this tire???
Went to work with my old flame
rode back fender mangled in the frame.
What's wrong with my boss?
Kept me late, missed the shops!
The situation is dire:
need a new pump to blow up this tire!
 

Pat "5mph"

A kilogrammicaly challenged woman
Moderator
Location
Glasgow
My old banger lost a mudguard:
Gears won't work
Tires are bald
as my pump still won't blow
my new ride rests alone
my old stead, it knows the score
tomorrow it will take me
to work, then back home.
 

Archie_tect

De Skieven Architek... aka Penfold + Horace
Location
Northumberland
One, two, three, four, five
Ever caught up with our Clive?
He doesn't think he goes that fast
cycling into Paris, last.

Why did he end up at the back?
He's more used to the running track.
 
 

Sara_H

Guru
My bike is ill,
My bike is ill,
Its shifters have gone for a burton
"No more seven speed", said the man in the shop
"It's time for your bike's final curtain".
"Hold fast!", quoth I, "Young man, do not lie
For although my bank balance is red,
My obsession with bikes means I buy what a like,
So 8-speed the lot, tis not dead".

There's once was a smutster named @Fnaar
Who's shifters were crap like The Spar
He demanded 8 speeds
so he could still ride his steed
But his poems are truly bizarre
 
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