There was an old man quite addled
His antics notoriously fabled
He’d ride his bike sans britches
Through forest brambles and switches
‘Cause he liked his bare bottom paddled
Bicycle Crossing
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
There was an old man quite addled
His antics notoriously fabled
He’d ride his bike sans britches
Through forest brambles and switches
‘Cause he liked his bare bottom paddled
Thin spiral notebook 
Well expressed
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Oh, kinky!
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He’s an old man, he can be excused.
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