Poor bike
Feel sad for bicycle
Manmade horse on the roads
Made as blast
Took four legs, gave it two
Not long one but cycle
Without rein has handle
In the wheels has spike
Unlike horse on both sides
The saddle is small
She is a ton of meat
Bike is lost when she sits
Her breast in front
Hangs like hair on backside
Greasy and gathered
Though too sad for the bike
Bravo to this ride
Oh lady you're great
With effort you have guts
For setting ton of meat on a bike
You deserve much, a lot
Wish you luck
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