The mystery bike ride


 

Going faster than lightning on a ride down the hill,

The chain snapped a link as I spun round the mill.

The wind it was howling,

A small dog started growling,

While I whizzed past, having a thrill.

 

I  was heading for somewhere I never had been,

Going fast down the hill on a shiny machine.

I hit a large pothole,

My bike did a roll,

And I ended up dunked in the stream.

 

© Sean P. Ransom.