They say we crested, but what do they know?
We may be heading down, but sure not slow!
Faster we pedal, we're getting somewhere! ?
Now I'm bald and you have grey hair!
Push hard, push with abandon toward what?
Who the heck cares, I like your big butt!
As our tires wear out and the muffler leaks,
We may not have years, but we should have weeks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very cute and funny poem, Chuy!