A horse or a bike
I’m sure what I’ll ride
No sugar no hay
Only oil for its chain
On the mounts on the hills
Only me and its wheels
Its name just four letters
But it makes me feel better
Ask me what I like
My answer’s… my bike
Virginio is an Italian student of English language. He likes writing stories in English and sometimes playing with rhymes.
“My favourite whisky’s Chivas Regal,” the man said proudly.
The bartender silently poured him a glass. The man swallowed it. “Great taste!” he said, and went away.
As usual, the bartender quickly refilled the bottle with a cheaper whisky, and reflected on how easy it is to make someone happy.
Virginio is an Italian student of the English language. He likes writing stories in English and sometimes playing with rhymes.
I woke up at seven
My face already shaven
For breakfast coffee or tea
Ready to be me
Walking down the street
Nobody to meet
Doubtful like Hamlet
Hands in my pockets
How to be alone
Curiously I want to know
Now I’m getting home
To finish this sad show.
Virginio is an Italian student of English language. He likes writing stories in English and sometimes playing with rhymes.