Philip Carter

Rookie - 10 Points (London)

Broken Cycle - Poem by Philip Carter

The wheels don't go round anymore
The tyres have all gone down
The forks are all bent out of shape
And the bell won't make a sound
The gears are stuck between one & two
The brakes don't work at all
If this was a human being
An undertaker you would call
Luckily for me, the rider
The cycle took the brunt
At the busy junction
With the lorry we did shunt
So I say a big thank you
To my faithful two wheeled friend
Who saved me from the prospect
Of a most violent end.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote this after a work colleague mentioned her bike had a broken wheel. No hidden meaning behind it.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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