A Bicycle Please

I’m kid so small my legs are short 

The school is far too long a walk

The books are many the bag is heavy

An overloaded ass this sack on my back

It pains my shoulders and hurts my neck

Doctors too say not well for health

The pavements are rocky I stumble and fall

This bruises my elbows my knees and palms

The clothes get dirty and often are torn

How ugly they look with patches and darns

Cycling they say is an exercise too

The gyms are charging a hell from you

It tones our muscles and strengthens our bones

By stretching our legs it makes us tall

With breathing improved infections are few

That’ll save your money on medicines too

The summers are hot I sweat a lot

The sun bakes me like an earthen pot

How lucky are all my cycling friends

The cooling breeze and their fancied runs

Holding its frame and seated firm

Like a superhero on a perilous mission

They look so smart and I so dumb

Why must my friends have all the fun?

On days that rain my shoes get wet

So hard to walk with those spongy socks

My cycling friends splash water on me

Through poodles of water they paddle their wheels

My cloths get drenched umbrella or not

The raincoat is messy won’t let me walk

This laboured plod is a stupid damn flop

You’re late to school son says the watch

And how come you catch all this dirt?

Don’t play in mud caution we must

The grocery store is a bit too far

I’ll fetch for you all things you want

All soaps shampoos lotions and creams

The apples red and vegetables green  

Brownies chocolates and magazines new

Your birthday cake with candles few

If ever again your sandals snap

At the cobbler I’ll get fixed their straps

Your make-up kit whence makes you bore

I’ll get for you some lipsticks more

So please mummy do think of it

How wonderful will this bicycle be?

At night I saw a beautiful dream

My silver cycle had spokes of steel

A sticker carried my name in green

And a bell that rings trin trin trin

Wearing my dress I pose to you

Sitting on it with my polished shoes

The carrier at back harnessing my bag

The handle at front with a bottle stand

Or maybe you too should pose by me

With your hands on my back you stand at ease

You the prettiest lady in the world must be

With your beautiful smile mom please say cheese.