Here’s a little something silly that just kind of slipped out this morning as I sat at my usual table in front of the Cuban Café, listening to the traffic roll by on US 290.
I like my bike,
and my bike likes me.
It’s a silver kind of color
and fast as can be.
AKA a “bicycle,”
It really hugs the road.
Cool as an icicle,
it carries my full load.
I ride it here
And I ride it there.
The ladies see me coming
and they fancy-up their hair.
On my bike I’m
Superman, a steroid masterpiece.
I’ll take you for a ride some time
and give you inner-peace.
And so this rhyme
is over now. I know that makes you sad.
I’m gonna put my helmet on,
and ride off, Super-bad.
DAN FUCHS 
Yikes. That really IS bad!
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