Ode to My Scooter
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I used to have a scooter,
Gee, I loved it so.

I rode it all the time,
Even in the snow!

But then came this winter,
Which started in July.

I haven't ridden since;
I'm sure you must know why.

Because its cold as Shit out,
This weather is truly ASS.

I need a brand new hobby,
Maybe blowing glass?

I can't remember where I parked,
I think it's close to here.

I feel like I'm the Cowboy,
"I lost my scooter... where's the beer?"

All winters have an end,
And this one, one day will.

Until then I'll watch Bridezillas
(Which makes me want to kill).

So if you see my scooter,
Tell it I say "Hello!".

And I'll be back to ride it,
When it climbs above forty below.

The end. -- Joe Grant

Im still ridin'

on my rally I be flyin'

and my wood start to shrinkin

cuz my long jons they aint working

you'll still see me in C Park

doin 50 deluxe

while the "hawk" is blowin

and the sky

droppin snow and

Uptown Steve gets to goin

cuz the words have stopped flowin.....

Peace S

Damn you. Look what you've started--scooter poetry.

Here goes.

There's sunshine in the heart of me,

My blood sings in the breeze;

The roads are a part of me,

REALLY! I've begun to freeze.

And now I'm just a-wondering,

Will I ever get unstucked?

A-pondering, a-pondering,

Has a winter ever been so fucked?

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I'm so goddamn embarrassed.

--Jay Pearsall

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

I have a scooter

and so do you,

The roads are still icy

and its fuckin cold out 2

-- I never was good at poetry
"Jay" <drunknpirate>

Why have I forsaken you

Spring time beckons me

--Montgomery McIndoe

Long under winters cover

my scoot longs for me

-- Big Dave

There once was a scooter from Nantucket

His name was Tuppy, to some a plastic bucket

But he starts much betta

than any old lambretta

And there's never a reason to truck it

--( OK, he's from Block Island...
I'm taking a little artistic license here..)
Marty

There once was a MALAGUTI from Peruti,

But it couldn't go fast, that damn Scooti!

But she got deregulated

and she is no longer abated...

I can't wait until the cold is negated...

-- Malaguti Millie

She shivered & she quivered.

Then she withered in the snow

What she thought she could weather

was what she didn't know.

Sleet on streets and bitter winds

wiping off her face any semblance of grins.

When she came home she had to have tea,

take hot baths and still said, "Woe is me,"

til it climbs above twenty my scooter I'll no longer see.

She put it in a garage for a hundred a month,

and started to take the subway,

once again in a funk missing her chic little vespa,

she went on a quespa for spring.

Meanwhile forsaking the metro in her home,

she paced to and fro.

Trapped, hibernating like a bear,

hungering for the honey of more careless spring. Kim B.