I Wish I Was A Motorbike Poem by Laurena Pamela Willetts

I wish I was a motorbike rescued from a rusty death
Taken home in bits and pieces to be assembled again
Each part of me down to tiniest screw
lovingly polished till I sparkled like new.

My engine lovingly restored so it roared into life
My carburettor unblocked no spluttering for me
My shiny exhaust takes away my fumes
My tank full of petrol the road ahead looms

My wheels all shiny with black tyres gleaming
My handlebars and pedals solid with new grippers
My seat made of the finest leather
Loving touches stroking me light as a feather


I wave them off as they start a new life together
Without a backward glance or wave goodbye
What I would give to be given a new life
Who am I, just the poor old wife