It was blue

Cambridge blue

Bright and shiny

Almost new 

- or so it seemed to me.

 

Made of tin,

With me sat in

It was a racer, then a tank;

Now a dustcart emptying bins

Along our street.

 

It went at some speed

With pedals, or feet

And a pull of the wheel

To get round that bend

- until ……

 

That day when the van came

And took it away

“To be mended”, they’d say.

But it never came back.

No it never came back.

 

It was blue

Bright and shiny

Almost new

- or so it seemed to me.