Biking

Nothing to do with the kids, but I got a new road bike recently to supplement my old sit-up-and-beg bike. It rained this morning, so I rode the old one in. This prompted the following poem from a friend (who also teases me about not cycling in the snow. Note that ‘fenders’ is American for mudguards):

_Once a trusted everyday steed

companion and friend in every weather (except snow)

Then one summer a head is turned

again and again

I can feel your (bike) lust burn

I saved you too much money

parking and bus fees

doctor bills

gas, and more

Then you forsook me for

that new ugly whore

Road bike! road bike!

you call every morn’

leaving me hanging

in my lonely corner

Then one day

it rains “oh, no!”

musn’t get my new love dirty or wet

And out we go

for your pleasure only

Without even fenders

as a purpose for your choice

Only the sad, obvious reason

that the roadie whore is too good

for the rain.