Happy Thursday Houston! Happy last day of April!
The Mad Houstonian, here.
Welcome to Day 30 of the Poetry A Day Challenge by Robert Lee Brewer, of the wonderful Poetic Asides Blog, at Writer's Digest.
For today’s prompt:
Write a praise poem. Praise your health or the taste of chocolate cake. Pen an ode to normalcy (whatever that is) or expound on the wonders of your favorite pen (for me, it’s either the Pilot G-2 or Pilot Precise V5). Have a favorite song? A favorite saying? Today is a perfect day to sing its praises.
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt."
(My Day 1 poem is here)
So...what did I do?
Some of my poetic efforts result in song parodies, and one of my best, in 2008, was in praise of the humble bicycle.
With sincere apologies to Scotland (Wikipedia History), Tony Sheridan (YouTube), Ray Charles (YouTube), and children everywhere (Hum the melody!) for this parody of My Bonnie.
MY BICYCLE by Kiril Kundurazieff
My bicycle takes me along the bike trail,
My bicycle heads down the road with me,
My bicycle takes me along the bike trail,
O come ride with my bicycle and me.
Chorus:
Ride with, ride with, O ride with my bicycle and me, and me:
Ride with, ride with, O ride with my bicycle and me.
O pedal ye swiftly over the bike trail,
O pedal ye swiftly to the sea.
O pedal ye swiftly over the bike trail,
And ride your bicycle with me.
Repeat chorus
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that bicycling was dead.
Repeat chorus
The bicycles have ridden down the bike trail,
The bicycles have ridden to the sea,
The bicycles have ridden down the bike trail,
And brought you on your ride to join me.
Repeat chorus
My bicycle needs no gas tank,
It is people powered you see,
I use my own legs to assist her,
O come ride your bicycle with me.
Repeat chorus
Last night as I went by all the cars,
Last night as I watched them drive ahead,
Seeing they were numerous as the stars,
I imagined that all the bicyclists were dead.
Repeat chorus
My mother wouldn't even let me ride in the bike lane,
My father thought Mountain Biking a sin,
My sisters thought not having a car was insane,
Wouldja believe what a pickle I was in?
Repeat chorus
My mother, she got run over by a Yugo,
My father, he died flattened by a truck,
My sisters were killed by a drunk driver you know,
My God, to die this way, what the F***? (or Heck, if around the kiddies!)
Repeat chorus
I tried joining the Auto Club,
I tried rush hour, high gas prices, and the like,
I tried owning a car like you, bub
Now I happily just cruise on my bike.
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