Today Mendel got himself an excersise bike. Oh the joy! The whirlwind sounds of Mendel biking his baked-zitti-pounds away! I wake up to the soft whirring sound, I drift into a peaceful slumber with it too.
An Ode to a Simple Bike
Mendel got a bike today,
The pounds will forever go away,
Young and slim he shall be,
Forever, as mighty as a tree.
Oh the joy; Oh the lust,
His fat will be swept away like dust.
The bike shall be his way,
To start a brand new day.
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