My Bicycle

My Bicycle: A Love Poem

Oh how I love my beautiful bike,
I?d rather ride than walk or hike.
It?s a hybrid, it?s a Trek
I?ve only had one little wreck.
It?s navy, silver and very shiny
When I ride too far it hurts my hiney.
Pink streamers give it feminine flair,
It?s big for me, but I don?t care.
The wind in my hair and the sun on my face,
My baby beside me, setting the pace.
A sweeter ride I?ll never know,
Than my dear Trek Seven One O O.

Moonbeam McQueen