Haiku is not the use of a formula like 5-7-5.

Try adding something like: Downsize to the heart and lungs/And don’t forget the tasty brain

Are you reading the long debunked King George Version, or are you astoundingly, radiantly ignorant of Scripture? Having made humans in His image, God indirectly made everything we made.

But pedaling like a muppet is an excuse for poetry, as a brain drained of blood to service pushing legs puts out its best verse.

I took off the training wheels after ten thousand miles and am practicing on the lower bars after thirty thousand. It has been a blasphemous ordeal, and one that’s brought a great deal of shame, but after this cross-country ride, I hope to have the experience needed to take on the Santa Monica Bike Trail.

I trusted him once in regard to a low-sounding syllable at the end of my line, which he said offended with its highness. I layed it down inverted, which he found quite agreeable.

Oh, please stay. It's been so lonely here with only the newby smut-slingers, and their oldby look-alikes.

No, you may not.

Good suggestion. The mindset of cycling is, well, cyclic; the poem should be so too.

The trouble is that it's not fanciful. This trip begins on May2 and goes pedaling along, rather un-cutely for 120 days if I survive. I've blitzed along the towpath of the Erie Canal in New York, but this is much longer, slower, more mountainous, and demanding of a firm mindset. I wish it were not.

You're not staggered? Okay, neither am I. It's a proposal then, a document to abide by, a declaration to be slammed with if I reneg. I'll work on it.

Yep, it's a limerick from Kent.

Please don't pray for that. My God, do you suppose his manhood will be threatened?