After I designated last Sunday as Poetry Day at Bicycles & Icicles, Adam slapped me around via e-mail:
“A lot of folks think that one of the nice things about progressive living in the 21st century is that a man can write poetry and still be a man. I call those folks hippies and losers. Seriously, did you not expect to catch shit for writing a poem? I mean jeez.”
I pointed out that I didn’t write the poem, I just linked to it because I’m a sensitive guy in touch with my feelings.
I can cry, you know.
But in the interest of manning up and maintaining editorial balance, I’m designating today “Man Day” at Bicycles & Icicles by posting a pic of a hot babe with a bicycle, and sharing something that Adam says is a good man poem:
There once was a old hooker from Perth
Who had an extremely wide girth
When she rode her bicycle She got a nice tickle
So she pedaled for all she was worth!