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POEM OF THE DAY; My Cycle Trailer Trauma.

I'M not very keen in this wheelie machine, You may think it's super and green.

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.

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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)
Date:Apr 30, 2014
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