A Poem By -----Heather Nelson
I WISH I WAS A BIKE
Sometimes I wish I was a bike with all those awesome parts
That keep a man devoted and completely steal his heart.
He would take such good care of me and keep me sparkling clean,
I'd never have a worry, I'd be treated like a queen.
He would brag about my rear end, he'd love my no-slip seat;
And even with the other bikes, I never need compete.
I would go out for rides with him, to races near and far,
Enjoying the attention as he pats my handlebar.
He'd keep my rims all shiny; we would travel some off road.
would still look so good to him if mud was half my load.
My jewels would be an o-ring chain and other precious metal,
His wish would be my command, caressing my brake pedal.
He could not lie to me, and he would never show up late,
I would be his one true love and he would not make me wait.
He'd introduce me to his friends, and show off all my stuff,
And tell them I was perfect, oh so smooth and yet so tough.
His eyes wouldn't miss a thing as he brags about my torque,
He'd point out my suspension as his hand runs down my fork.
He'd touch my alloy pieces and then gently clean my spokes
And smile so very slightly at the praise from other folks.
When my shocks are worn out and tires give no traction,
I'd promptly get new Dunlops, and suspension by Pro Action.
And if I caused him trouble, he'd take it all in stride
For there's nothing I could need that I'd ever be denied.
And if I started feeling ill, he'd tend to me real quick.
He'd know everything about me and all that makes me tick.
He would keep my wheels running and check out all my gears
As long as I run smoothly, he'd be satisfied for years.
But alas, I am a woman, it's just my fate in life
To take the back seat to his bike, 'cuz I am just his WIFE!
