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.
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.