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Noel K Fletcher

Golden Hair / Me Bike

GOLDEN HAIR

Her hair was long and gold and straight.
She walked along with perfect gait.
Her body trim, her legs so long,
With her, a guy could not go wrong.

As she strolled around the park
he realised that she was stark
naked as the day of birth.
This raised in him a hint of mirth.

Her eyes deep blue, her teeth so pure,
he loved he so, but wasn’t sure
if he should be walking round
with a female Afghan hound!

ME BIKE

I had a bike, it weren’t a trike
It were a bike, what I did like.

As the wheels went round and round
I took me feet up off the ground

I went faster down the hill
Much more fun than standing still.

At the end I had to stop
And push it back up to the top

Pedals, I found two to use
On them I carefully placed me shoes.

Pushing off gave me a thrill
I found I could ride up the hill.

Now I can head off in to town
For hills I can go up and down.

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