Poetry thursday

 I got a 69 Tonka with plastic wheels

Colorful handlebars and a pillow for my balls

And when I'm riding and the wind hits my fur, I can't tell you how I feel

I'm 60 feet tall

My brother Tommy and I pulled it right out of the box

And the moment I got on her back I knew I was born to ride

As the sun goes down, I take it around the block

The sun glints off my bumper sticker, which reads, "born to ride”

I saw her about two weeks ago

Sitting on her lawn, licking her hoohaw

I slowed down and ask her if she wanted to go

But her mother pulled her inside before she could reply with a big paw.

I always slowed down in front of her house after that.

Sometimes I could see her in the window, peeking out

I had hoped to be able to have with her a chat

While her mother haunted the window, looking at me with great doubt

Tommy was unhappy that we weren't winning races

 But being the fastest on the street no longer mattered to me

I needed to get to know my little black pug girl abd all of her graces.

And then we could blow this town off and be free

I decided to take the biggest risk a dog can do on a plastic Tonka truck can do.

I would ride my bike in the rain.

Her mother wouldn't suspect me of such Deering do

But the Frenchie would. She saw me ride down the street while her mother was engaged. She burst from the house, climbed on my bike, and we took off for life of caviar and champagne

I must admit that I peddled away. My act of daring do had taken a lot out of me

I needed to rest and asked my little, Frenchy, if you would mind if we went to bed.

She stopped the bike with one paw, slapped me in the face with the other and my groin soon became overly acquainted with her knee.. I was sure the bike would get me laid. Maybe next time I'll use a horse instead.