A Marvel of Invention –
the people look on proud.
A noble gent is making
his way through the crowd.
He’s sat on a seat – made of wood and of brass
awaiting peelers whistle – which lets him go past
Seeing his neighbours going on by
and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly.
Just then, rider moves and his bike starts to wobble,
so he looks briefly round for a stray or loose cobble.
But our hero must take care – or else he will fall
So he rides with his head high, body straight and tall.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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