Waxing Poetic for National Bike Month
In honor of this worthwhile and car-free-relevant designation, I could tell you all about how to promote the cause, find an event near you, or plan your own event, but why do that when I could compose an ode to my very own beloved bicycle?
Better Than Ice Cream, and Probably Frozen Custard Too
She’s brown and white and rode all over.
She’s more good luck than a four-leaf clover.
She gives me a lift to the gym or the store.
She lifts my spirits when life’s a bore.
Maybe you guessed that “she” is my bike,
but you need to know what riding her is like.
and knowing that coffee is on its way.
It’s less like white bread
and more like rye toast.
It’s not as good as love, but close.
I never knew my life had a hole
until she filled it,
and now we roll
down streets and roads and avenues,
and from her seat, I take in the views
of a church, a school, a park, a swing,
of the world from a bike,
a beautiful thing.
Now, if my third-grade-caliber similes don’t give you the confidence to share your poetic gushings in a comment, I don’t know what will. Come on now: Lyrics, couplets, limericks—I want to hear how you love your bicycles.