Monday Blues: Blue Falls Down

It was mortifying, I tell you. They said I was a little shaky, squirrelly on the ride home last night, like I had ridden far further than I was ever made to. I was exhausted, no longer could I stand on two wheels, so after I locked up for the night I just collapsed. There I lay, all through the dark, until a bright sun and chatter of birds returned me to life. There were murmurs, disapproval. The three-wheeler turned away; yeah, as if she ever suffers with this problem. Give me a third wheel and I could stand forever too.