Parts of people become extreme
From extended use natrually
Acutely keen my digits nine
Its easy to sight the irregularity
Ahead of an innocuous friend
We caught him at the light.
He was clad in Black to match his bike
The ring was masive his legs tight
To make comment and ask.
Sixty was the teeth on the ring
His shoulders wide and arms strong
Thighs a disproportionate thing
Our only hope was a hill
To see him in the end.
Sure enough between the cars
“The frog legs!” calls my friend.
On the hill was the last view
Receeding image “Frog legs”.
Just as we thought those thighs
Were no match for our little pegs
Growing in myth to be glimsed
Frog leg thighs, gears to match
Around the city at times.
When lacking a bike to catch
A fruitless chase, easyer to stay
With bad knees and backs
Spinning and free all the same
Having to dodge the hacks
Mucsels build and equate
Their use to user over time
And before you know it
The long way has a climb
That is taken.