Ode to My Bicycle
Countless times I have relied on you,
when walking would have taken much too long.
Your hard, black seat leaves my butt black and blue
while shifting gears makes for a brand new song.
My friends zoom by and make their engines roar
and honk their horns trying to scare me.
The loud sounds cause my body weight to sway,
but last time I fell I was only four.
So if there is some place that I must be
I'll need no rides. "I've go my bike!" I'll say.