WHEN I GOT A BOICYCLE

Firts time geting my own bicycle,
I was not with my uncle,
When holding I was not stable,
Riding my bicycle I was enable.

My aunt give me a timetable,
When we were at the table,
It was like her new responsible,
I feel myself in good confortable.

Few days when she responsible,
Silance left me at middle,
I went myself with my bicycle,
Without knowing she was not visible.

Only turning back at the angle,
See that she was not available,
Falling down and not be stable,
Riding at home I was disable.

After many days I become cqpable,
Riding It was my best perishable,
I could like to be famable,
At home I was very distable.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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