The Ride to School

A Gleaming Black Bicycle,
And its Beaming Boy Wearing White,
Made A Common Cheerful Sight.

He kept his bike spick and span,
Just Like his hair, trim and prim,
Though it waved unruly, in the wind.


On the tree-sheltered path to school,
The Sun knifing through the gaps,
He rode his bike, dreaming, meandering.

Then from one day she appeared,
A Charming Cherry of a Girl,
Dressed in Black, With a White Bike.

Riding under the trees, in opposite paths,
They crossed each other each morning,
Black Against White, White Against Black.

She Always wore a Twinkling Smile,
He Always Chose to Avoid its Glowing Glare,
Lest it blind him, and bring his heels over his head!

But He did always hope to Catch,
A glimpse Of Her each day, And
Wished that there were no Saturdays nor Sundays!

Then The inevitable Tragedy Struck,
No more Did He see her ride through,
No more black against white, white against black.

He Would Start out early, Only To
Slowly Snaily pedal under the trees,
No more Dreams, Just Seeking And Searching.

And One Bright Windy day, He heard A bell
Ringing, not from front, But from behind,
He caught What it Was from the corner of his eye.

Heart thumping Faster, now He could only smile,
She was no more in black on a white bike,
She Had Changed now into his very own White.

And So Each Day, Each morning they now rode Along,
Together, bells ringing, and Crackling Laughter Glee,
Like A white Cloud, Riding On bikes, Black and White.

based on a true story that didn't happen :D