As I did huff and puff on down the street.
"Your tires are flat!" Oh hey, so maybe that's
Why one mile felt like forty. To complete
My shame, I did quite fail to bring along
My bike pump. Like a chorus, then, did sound
The gleeful and humiliating song
As I bore down and pow'red my way around
The Greenway to the exit on Ridge Road.
With gritted teeth I thanked each helpful soul,
Accepted each outcry as one more goad
To keep me moving onward to my goal.
The sad thing is, I think that yesterday
A kid yelled out the same thing. Oy and vey.