My Glossy Green Cycle Cruise - Poem

 

I revved up my glossy green motor,

ready to run my usual rota.

I sped along in delirium and delight.

My jumpsuit felt lovely and light.

I felt I could gallop from dusk to dawn,

as unbridled as a Unicorn,

without my heavy clothes and school’s safety rules,

that wear me down like whizzing whirlpools.

The air rippled my jumpsuit and ruffled my hair.

Still, I rallied on without a worry or care.

I whooped and whistled as loudly as a lark.

This flight beats last year’s trudge round Central Park!