Penny Farthing

#poetry #victorian #transport #wheels

Look at Me!
on a Victorian street,
a marvellous thing
that’s hard to beat

I rest by a wall
where I stand up tall
I can be seen by the noble
the Blacksmith , and all

My rider sits down
on th’seat – wood and brass
Awaiting a whistle
Allowing him to pass

And as I pass toy shop
the children all cheer!
As adults enter hostelry
picking up beer

And as I pass neighbours
on pavement nearby
Pigeons on Barbers roof
begin to fly

As the rider moves off
I begin to wobble
with my wheel catching corner
of raised shiny cobble

But my rider is careful
– or else he would fall
so he keeps his head high
and body straight and tall