Peddle Car

The Triang car when I was three
was difficult to launch.
The rhythm build from first thrust
always was the key.
Soon I had a trailer
and loaded pans and pot;
it became a pitch for selling
and pocket money grew.
Soon I learned the skill to carry,
my brothers joined with me,
I travelled greater distances
from street, estate and town.
Peddling came easy,
across the countryside,
too far for talk or shouting,
we joined the county lines.
And now I run a business,
borders stretching beyond sight,
because I cracked the pedals
of that red Triang car.