Beloved bicycle, where art thou?

Why didst thou leave out of the blue?

Hasten, my precious, return to me,

For without thou I cannot be.

 

Lily puts pictures of her bike on all the lampposts.

She wrote a silly poem to appeal to the thief’s heart

Because she checked how much a new bike costs

And determined she couldn’t afford one, for a start.

She wants hers back, she loves it a lot.

It was a present from a guy she never forgot.

Main reason she remembers him though’s the bike,

So she needs it for memory and mobility alike.

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I didn’t mean to mash Writing 101: Poetry and FFfAW, but the prompts demanded to be used together. Who am I to put up a fight?

Oh, and if you are interested in what I have to say about writing my 100-word stories, my first mslexia guest post is up today.