The Horse in the Lilac Bushes

When I was ten it occurred to me

What the lilac bushes were meant to be

A stall for my trusty bike (my horse)

It was just between me and him of course

And so I cleared a lovely spot

Beneath the branches hung a pot

For water that my bike could reach

To quench his thirst when he was hot

Sturmey Archer was his name

(Printed on the gears it was)

I tended to him night and day

I fed him carrots, grass and hay

It wasn't till the winter came

That parents spoiled this lovely game

It's not a horse its only iron

It lives inside not in a barn

So I would bide my time from then

Till horses (real) became my friends

There's nothing like a horse you see

For non-judgmental company