The Chat
Night was coming to it`s end,my spirit came to light.
At last my resting over,
Fairwell to the night.
My resting at it`s end,
I wondered what the day would send.
Then awoke, thinking i want to start a trend.
The day to be long,
I was looking for a song.
Or something new,
or something to do.
I think i will call a friend,
I want to start a trend.
Hello my friend said i,
knowing why, going to try.
Do you have a little time to spare ?
I have an idea, if explanation you can bear.
I want to start a trend i swear.
What sort of trend, came the reply.
I said, the sort that people like.
A solar powered bike.
Powered by the sun,
no pedelling to be done.
A lazey sort of run,
if only just for fun.
Said my friend, oh that sort of trend.
I have two hands to lend.
What will be the cost.
After parts a bill they send,
parts must not be lost.
I replied, we could only learn,
if it`s too much for what we earn.
We could try another time,
further down the line.
When our wallets fat,
financialy happier, how`s that ?
We carried on to our daily work,
a friend and a really good chat.
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