It’s no fun when you get a puncture on your bike
It’s a bloody inconvenience of which I don’t like
Hissing away laughing in your face
The bloody bike, it’s a terrible disgrace
It doesn’t make it easy with its tricky derailleur
My frustrating failure very poor behaviour
By the time the wheel’s off I’m up to the eye balls
In black oily muck, when a passer by calls
“Do you need a hand” “No Thanks”I replied
Pride before a fall, I was dying inside
The tyre decided it didn’t want to depart
From the wheel, so I couldn’t even start
To repair the stubborn thing at first
But some elbow grease and I gave it my best
And all of a sudden the tyre gave way...passed my test
Out came the inner tube all limp and apologetic
Getting annoyed with this seemed rather pathetic
Soon the new one was eased into place
Ready to be pumped my saving grace
With some more clever dexterity the wheel was back on, reinflated
The battle won against the bike felt totally elated.