Bye Mr. Brown

There once was a bike.
He was a very good bike.
He got me from A to B with little difficulties.
He did have his flaws. But I loved him very much.
His rear tire was in great need of repair.
Among other problems.
But I was a good owner,
and used him most days.
He was happy and old,
and I was just happy.

Until he was gone.

Good bye old buddy.
I hope the person that took you goes to hell.