POEM OF THE DAY; My Cycle Trailer Trauma.
A baby bird not long out of my shell, You tell me you love me and drag me through hell.
What's on your mind? There's a bus up my behind. I'm a pothole jumping bean, I remember every gutter I've seen.
It's not zero pollution, In my bubble of execution! Feeling like an eggshell in a scrum. Every bump goes up my bum. Fumes on my tongue and dogs in my face, I'm definitely not winning in this human race.
I had no say in this transport mode, I'm the lowest of the low on the road.
I want to be promoted to a Rolls Royce pram, I'm the last marshmallow in loves traffic jam.
DAVID GARDNER Newcastle