A Poem as Lovely as My Bike: Neon Poetry, the Penultimate Day!

Tomorrow we leave for Windsor, NS, and the MS Bike Tour, which means there's only one day left to sponsor me, and one poem left in the Neon Poetry series.

(A Kilmer on a bike.)

With apologies to Joyce Kilmer:

Bikes

I think that I shall never like

A poem as lovely as my bike.

A bike whose hungry tires are prest

Against the asphalt’s flowing breast;

A bike that looks at God all day,

And lifts her handlebars to pray;

A bike that may in summer wear

Trailing streamers, just like hair;

Upon whose saddle snow has lain;

Whose chain will rust if left in rain.

Poems are made by fools and losers,

But only God can make a cruiser.