The Tricycle

The tricycle tantalised me
it stood between us
like a tyrant’s taunt.
We were buddies you and I

I lusted after the tricycle
but it belonged to you.
I knew that you cared for me
but you loved your tricycle more
than you prized me.

You gazed into my eyes
and saw my desire,
you laughed and peddled
away down the path
and out into the street

“Daisy, Daisy give me you answer do”

That was the last time
we played together that Summer.

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