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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.

 

Poems

Noel K Fletcher