In your fancy togs
You look to me
Like fussy frogs.
[I swear that I love the French and bikers.]
Your tiny arms: I’ll break them.
Your scrawny legs: I’ll shake them.
[a death metal ditty that celebrates my new love of weightlifting and consequent disdain for the hardcore bicyclist’s physique.]
She’s drinking coffee while biking
That doesn’t seem like a good thing
But, she is science
That means that she
Knows the weight of energy.
[I don’t know what that last bit means, exactly, but I like it. The woman biking and drinking coffee had a travel mug from some scientific convention: it featured a diagram of a chemical compound.]
Yes, friends, commuting by bike in the morning can be stressful, but singing these verses out loud like an angry yet smiling lunatic makes me feel better.