Queen of the Walk

I’m Queen of the Walk there is no doubt,

as riding in style upon my route.

With ears on my helmet and big purple wheels,

a girl on the move – that’s just how it feels.

Yellow the bars on which I grip,

solid the ‘crete on where I zip.

Strong my legs that make me move,

I ride alone and in my groove.

As I move on to larger rides,

and life expands like changing tides.

I tell you now it’s not my ploy,

to ride behind some stinky boy!

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