The end of the poem is as follows
GONE.
A very sad day,
The 800’s have gone,
They were sold as a pair,
To a fella named Jon,
They’re away on a journey,
A new life lay ahead,
From pleasure and leisure,
To do deliveries instead,
To Stoke I delivered
He couldn’t collect,
I wore my black armband,
As a sign of respect!
The end of the bikes
