Bicycles

Bicycles we rode, stole

The wool over their eyes

The audacity of it all

The lookout, the cutter

Masterminding an illicit operation

The brains of it all



They could never catch us

Not even close

Like men before boys

Hotly pursued

Around the neighbourhood

Who dare tell us off.  



Just the four of us

Men not boys

Or so we thought

Rajahs of Rajah

Ruled the playground

Cussed the residents



From Ah Hood to Hougang

We reigned supreme.

Kings on bicycles rarely bought,

Zigzagging on double yellow lines

Inconsiderate on walkways  

Who dare tell us off.



Our bicycles

Modified instantly at Novena

A gift from the generous

The nobility to gift wrap

Too proud to lock

Too daft to notice.



I thank you all for the rides on their behalf.  

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