Funny Poem ©2017 George Kirk
Illustration © 2017 Marek Jagucki
he found two wheels that didn’t match,
paired them with a rusty chain
and off he pedalled down the lane.
Billy’s bike was really rotten,
sad to say he had forgotten
both the handle bars and brakes.
Oh how he swore at these mistakes!
Billy’s legs went round and round,
they were too short to reach the ground,
so on he rode, a line quite straight
that didn’t stop or deviate.
Billy travelled on this way,
night after night, day after day
ate flying bugs, drank in the rain,
his hair grew long, his beard the same.
Billy’s not sent any word,
he’s not been seen, he’s not been heard.
People in his neighbourhood
are sure that Billy’s gone for good.
...if you’re prepared to sit and wait,
for Bill to circumnavigate
his way around our perfect sphere,
you’ll see him pedal right back here.