built a bicycle unsuitable for speed,
it's crammed with more accessories,
than anyone would need.

There's an AM-FM Radio,
A Deck to play Cassettes,
A Refrigerator-Freezer,
and a pair of TV sets.

There's shelves for shirts and sweaters,
And hangers for his jeans,
A drawer for socks and underwear,
And a rack for magazines.

There's a fishbowl and a bird cage perched upon the handlebar,
a bookcase,
and a telescope to watch the moon and stars.

There's a telephone,
A blender,
A stove to cook his meals,
A sink to do his dishes somehow fastened to the wheel.

There's a portable piano,
A set of model trains,
An automatic bumpershoot that opens when it rains.

There's a desk to do his typing on this fabulous machine,
A stall for taking showers,
And a broom to keep things clean.

But you'll never see him ride it,
for it isn't quite complete,


MICHAEL

left no room for pedals,
And there isn't any SEAT.