LikeTheFlowingRiver

Before long, she shot her bolt,

No, she would never leave the people cold,

So she took her seat, and pushed the pedals with her feet,

She steered the handlebars at the front wheel very neat,

Then the people turned up, shoving her to fight,

Yet, she couldn’t help it but made a hash of the ride…

She fell apart, but the people fell about…

She’d made such heavy weather of the rudiments, they would say…

To irrational fears she had fallen prey,

Then something just struck her anyway…

Get up, girl! If you’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,

Just get back to your feet!

So she took her time,

And said to herself; if this is the name of the game,

Let’s not make yourself looking as lame!

But time after time,

People just made no bones about her feet of clay…

They thought she didn’t look like a glutton for punishment that day,

And how to just a likely story her winning would sway…

So, she faced the kick in her teeth and conceded,

Hey, the rudiments were like a closed book to me, so I backpedaled!

She knew she had actually put things in the dust…

So that was the last of her struggles…

Coz the skills to ride the two-wheeled vehicle,

She just had forsaken like a memory lost…

Ha ha ha…:-b

“I just have forgotten how to ride a bicycle”.

I.A.A.