Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things. ~William Golding
Oh Captain!, my Captain!
Our eventful trip is done;
The tandem weather'd all the bumps, we made those walkers run!
Your talcum made my eyes tear up, the rocking made me heave;
You thought I'd be deserting you but how was I to leave?
The guys were most abusive, they teased you from the start;
You forged ahead, you pulled your load, you showed a lot of heart.
Oh rookie, rookie, rookie...
A fine job you did to steer
But keep that ego well in check,
You know who's got your rear!
Dear Greta, Dear Greta,
Thanks for your help and the fine prose
As the group so poignantly pointed out to me
I'm the thorn, you are the rose
You know you're my favorite stoker
My personal answering machine
I thought the Talcum was OK
Until Sam mentioned the butt creme
Rest assured I'll be sure to check
My male ego at the door
Cause we, my friend, are quality
And you I do adore