There once was a man named Mike,
who had an incredible bike.
He rode on it's wheels,
to make all his deals,
and would never be seen on a hike.
But one day, poor Mikes bike was broken,
and couldn't get very far.
This made him quite sad,
more than a tad,
so poor Mike just went to the bar.
He sipped on his pint and did ponder,
on how he could make a repair.
So he got on a bus,
without any fuss,
and paid the good driver his fare.
He got off at the nearest Halfords,
and found a new bicycle chain.
He walked out the shop,
preceded to stop,
the weather had started to rain.
Soaking and sorry to look at,
he stood there in total dismay.
He walked down the street,
on his aching feet,
he was having a terrible day.
When a carriage pulled up next to him,
amazed by who was inside.
It was the Queen,
if you know who I mean,
and she offered poor Mike a ride.
He took up her generous offer,
walking would take him a while.
They had lots to say,
he showed them the way,
and arrived home in comfort and style.
They all went inside for a cuppa,
and had lots of biscuits as well.
He told his new friend,
of the bike he must mend,
a sad story that he did tell.
She sent out her servant to fix it,
a very good job he did too.
Mike was so pleased,
his feet would be eased,
it was shiny and brand spanking new.
He got on his knees and he thanked her,
for repairing his beloved bike.
She got out her sword,
and knighted our lord,
so now we all call him Sir Mike.
