My Bicycle

I travelled around the world on my bike

I wandered many places that you might like

 Hotels, restaurants any other places were reserved

I wanted to visit one glamour hotel

Frozen faces looked at my outlook and my modest bike

They said places reserved and no parking to oldest bike

I was angry at first, but then I felt hungry

Went to the restaurant, no one made me angry there

Cause there was no soul to get my bike to parking there

Many countries around the world sun is shining everyday

I wanted to testify, so I rented Bentley for one holiday

With a hat, put some beard and moustache on my face

My Bentley aided me to see receptionist’s smiling fake face

They offered me rooms that are deluxe

Parking was available to my big car,

People are so flux, yeah so flux!

The world is beautiful liar

 Far gone conscience is crier

Magnanimous rich people are truly missing

Greedy rich, filch people’s smell is untruly hissing    

I keep on dreaming, riding my humble bike

Wishing to meet modest people that I like…    

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