I stayed up late, so that inspired me to write this poem. Im not a good writer of poetry, but Im getting there. You can enjoy it if you want. MIDNIGHT OIL The grease was thick, thicker than honey And as dark as night In the dark, the old man slaved away Trying to earn his money In his basement he worked, as hard as he could Until he got everything right The bikes he fixed lay upside down The tires spinning, the gears grinding As he applied the grease, which was thick, sticky and brown The midnight oil was made for special bikes These bikes are the kind that triathletes like These athletes spend big money on their bikes And even bigger money for this midnight oil So late into the night, he toils Tuning up these expensive bikes Applying the midnight oil, in all the right places So the athletes can compete in their favorite races Triathlons, Century rides, and more Blood, sweat and tears have fallen on the gears So they take their bike back to the shop For a tune up, just one more Theres a race next week, they said So the mechanic will spend many hours away from his warm bed Burning the midnight oil
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 07:14:12 +0000
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