Ode to My Rat Bike

I once sat on a rat,
And yes I still do.
It’s offensive to most,
But then so am I, too!

I ride it all day,
Through the mud and rain.
“Why not wash it” you ask?
“It’s too much of a pain”!

The frame’s slightly bent,
The paint rusted through,
The fairing is cracked,
And the wheels are not true!

I parked it too close,
To a dumpster one day.
When the trash guy came by,
Tried to hauled it away!

I ‘splained that, in fact,
It did actually run.
He didn’t believe me.
(The rummy old bum!)

When I drove it away,
He was truly amazed.
And I think he’ll remain so,
Till his last dying dayz.

But what do I care,
What the other folks think?
(I don’t have it for them,)
Or if they think that it “stinks”!

It’s mine and I love it,
And it runs well enough.
And it starts every time,
Though it runs kinda rough.

If I washed it I’m sure,
It would all fall apart.
It would lie there in pieces,
And would break my old heart!

So I’ll keep this way,
And take pride in just knowing;
That it’s mine and I love it,
So now off I’ll be going!

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