Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
My machine is simple; it's clearly not impressive.
Just two wheels, and thankfully,
A couple gears, progressive.
Preferring the uncommon paths, I shun the thoroughfares;
Oblivious to cares.
Though I've made a few "wrong turns," I do enjoy the scenery.
Directionless, I'll pedal on,
Those paths so filled with greenery.
One day I'll have to upgrade. Two items come to mind:
One mirror and one padded seat,
To aid with what's behind.