A Poem about my Electric Bike

[Pete B]

Hi all,
Last July I collapsed at home with a ruptured brain aneurysm. I was pretty poorly for quiet a while, but now much better all thanks to building an electric bike from a kit. It really helped get my mind working again and the bike itself gives me mobility that I lost due to having to surrender my licence.
I wrote a poem (which also helped) and thought I would share it on here. Would appreciate any feedback.
Regards
Pete

Me Bike
Avid thoughts of mobile life
A glimpse of travel, the end to strife
Nuts and bolts, pipes and bends
Foreign parts from foreign ends
I nurtured you, your form and frame
I gave you life, you gave me gain
I thought again, mind working hard
Ate the butter, not the lard

You gave me flight, you gave me wind
In hair and eyes and everything
You showed me sights that I’d not seen
I polished parts to gleaming sheen

We travelled far, we travelled fast
We went as far as batteries last
We travelled there we travelled here
Shocking bumps up shocking rear

Good times we have up winding lanes
Of England’s best, of Pheasant gains
A joy to ride, a joy to own
The wondrous tone of motor groan

The rattles, the squeak’s akin with your maker
A hundred miles from the first bone shaker
Engineered not from Delboy
People will call me the Droitwich Cowboy

Pete Bourne

 

[electrickery]

Not a great one for poetry Pete. but I like it particularly under the circumstances. Seems you are recovering well and I guess the electric bike is a big part of that both the mental stimulation and exercise.
Well done and all the best
regards.

 

[Angelnorth]

Your poem made me smile and probably would have done even without the backstory. Wonderful to hear the the bike has given you help in so many ways - hope you continue to have fun with it and stay healthy!

 

[Kuorider]

Another bike poem, apologies to Robert Burns.

O'leccy bike,O'leccy bike
Whit's about you nae tae like
You tak me here you tak me there
you tak me to my lassie's lair.

It's just as weel ye canna talk
Or I would have to tak a walk
For hae I come home warm and sweaty
I'd be in stook With oor wee Betty.

Yir muckle braw wee volts an' amps
Has got me richt in Jeannies pants
The truth ye help me well tae hide
When I cam hame fae a richt guid ride.

 

[Kelly P]

Love these poems!!! Xxx

 

[Croxden]

Another bike poem, apologies to Robert Burns.

O'leccy bike,O'leccy bike
Whit's about you nae tae like
You tak me here you tak me there
you tak me to my lassie's lair.

It's just as weel ye canna talk
Or I would have to tak a walk
For hae I come home warm and sweaty
I'd be in stook With oor wee Betty.

Yir muckle braw wee volts an' amps
Has got me richt in Jeannies pants
The truth ye help me well tae hide
When I cam hame fae a richt guid ride.

I think Robbie Burns should apologise to us.

 

[oldgroaner]

Very creative!

 

[derf]

Hi all,
Last July I collapsed at home with a ruptured brain aneurysm. I was pretty poorly for quiet a while, but now much better all thanks to building an electric bike from a kit. It really helped get my mind working again and the bike itself gives me mobility that I lost due to having to surrender my licence.
I wrote a poem (which also helped) and thought I would share it on here. Would appreciate any feedback.
Regards
Pete

Me Bike
Avid thoughts of mobile life
A glimpse of travel, the end to strife
Nuts and bolts, pipes and bends
Foreign parts from foreign ends
I nurtured you, your form and frame
I gave you life, you gave me gain
I thought again, mind working hard
Ate the butter, not the lard

You gave me flight, you gave me wind
In hair and eyes and everything
You showed me sights that I’d not seen
I polished parts to gleaming sheen

We travelled far, we travelled fast
We went as far as batteries last
We travelled there we travelled here
Shocking bumps up shocking rear

Good times we have up winding lanes
Of England’s best, of Pheasant gains
A joy to ride, a joy to own
The wondrous tone of motor groan

The rattles, the squeak’s akin with your maker
A hundred miles from the first bone shaker
Engineered not from Delboy
People will call me the Droitwich Cowboy

Pete Bourne

ok, here's my honest one to my electric bike that's at presenet in intensive care:

Your wheels are bent
Your spokes are loose
Your rack is cracked
Your brakes are worse
I thought you bad
But now youre worse

i was thinking of a tom waits song one might be able to hum that to..

 

[Kuorider]

I think Robbie Burns should apologise to us.

Ye muckle gowk,ye tattie threed
A wid but wurgle fa' the beid
Wi withern stour an roty shied
Fit's fa ? awa an bile yir heid