One more. Just for the hell of it.
On Riding a Bicycle for the First Time in Thirty-eight Years The seat’s too damned high And the handlebars are set too low. The warped wheels are misaligned And squeaking parts are rusting away. Notapoet knows he shouldn’t try it. Common sense forbids him. Yet he takes up the gauntlet And dares the... Sign in to see full entry.