Oh damsel fair,
beware the car
Where seating space is wider far
Than any man of reason needs
Except to further his misdeeds.
The steering column change eschew
No good can come of it for you-
And likewise any motor shun
From which you can't bale out and run.
Let maiden modesty decide
To take a summer evening ride
On Something of the cycle breed
For virtue's friend was ever speed
No vulpine sibilance can come
From guileless lips of goggled chum.
With passion he is never dizzy
(his motor keeps him far too busy)
And even dual seats preclude
The acrobatic interlude.
---Yeah, I know, I posted this on the greenspun forums years ago, but found it while trawling for FAQs and hey, summer' s on the way (winter, for Australians) and there was no poetry (yet) on our new forum....
