Word for word

[Detectorist]

Bicycle Typogram by Aaron Keugn: The explicit anatomy of the transcendent machine is revealed word for word.

[Joyce Kilmer]

I think that I shall never like
anything as much as my bike.

With a fine figure it is blessed
Its handlebars I have caressed.

I could ride it around all day
Unlike a horse it cannot nay.^[1]

I may end up with helmet hair
If a damn helmet I do wear.

It whispers to me "Take the lane"
Cars and lorries are such a bane.

As poems^[2] go you'll have read better
Insert word that rhymes with better.

Some bonus lines for lucky you!
With nausea^[3] we'll make it through

Poems are written by fools like I
But only God can reason why.

1. Poetic license as regards neigh.
2. Intoned with one syllable please, to keep it octosyllable. There is precedent.
3. As a dual citizen I'm free to take my pick.

The reviews are in:

It doesn't get any verse than this.

Like a shard of glass plunged straight into the heart.

I loved it!

[Geoffrey Chaucer]

Scarlett Parker:

You have to pay a premium to be
A rider of a certain pedigree
Componentry that's at the cutting edge and
Apparel that presents you as a legend
Invest in an aesthetic which will last
Contemporary but rooted in the past
And when you stop to order cappuccino
Insist that the barista wears merino