The Rattlebike

When I go rattleriding my rattlebike up street,You're toppling in my wake on every sideAnd goggle at my progress from the sleetBefore you stand up rattlestupefied. The rattleengine of my rattlebikeRaprattles and backfires in frightful fits.Girls call me names – that's what I really like:They're rattleruffled, scared out of their wits. I find all that cusslandering unfair,I am a rattlebiker of repute –I tease and please you with the rattleairPlayed on my rattleengine's rattleflute. from The Rattlebike, Editura Fundaţiei Culturale Române, 1996

by Constanţa Buzea (b. 1941)