Saturday, August 13, 2011

Ode to an Abandoned Bicycle

bicycles French Quarter New Orleans Buffa's
Little bike outside my door,
You’ve been there a month or more,
Tell me who you’re waiting for.

Where’s your rider? Lemme think.
Gone to Buffa’s for a drink?
Mugged a tourist, in the clink?

Oh, I wish I had the key
To unlock the lock and set you free
To roll the streets of Marigny!

13 comments:

  1. Arthur, your wee ode is wonderful. I hope someone comes soon to rescue the little bike, and restore its seat to the proper place.

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  2. Blessings on thee, Mimi, glad you liked it.

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  3. This is grand. I've shared and slapped it up all over my places!

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  4. Thanks, Glenn, I enjoy your life in the Quarter too.

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  5. A poem entitled, The Happy Ending

    Bike so sad, she needs a butt,
    to fit the missing seat.
    Bike so glad, in no more rut,
    her owner, she did greet.

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  6. Arturo - nice crack at one of the myriad mysteries that crowd the day. REally made me laugh.

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  7. Thanks, Arturo, 'twas my first crack at poetry since high school! Arturo

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  8. You have a good attitude about it... those kinds of things sometimes drive us crazy instead of inspiring sweet poems. thanks, sp

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  9. Just opened my door and noticed that someone had swiped the rubber handlebar grips on the orphaned bike. This will be a long and sorrowful story of disintegration I fear.

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  10. Now he belongs to the ages ...

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  11. The owner of the bike is probably locked down in ORLEANS PARISH PRISON?

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  12. Also make sure you lock your tire to the frame of the bike, and the bike frame to the bike rack.

    bike basket

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