 I was riding my bicycle |
 when I saw a woman lying down |
 We fooled around |
 until she was ready |
 First she opened one leg |
 Then the other |
 I put it in |
 She complemented me on my size |
 and weight |
 After a lot of coming and going |
 we tried different styles |
 and speeds |
 When I reached the point of no return |
 she shouted "STOP!" |
 She said she wasn't on the pill |
 My excitement died |
 Nine months later she phoned from the hospital |
 I was a father |
 My world collapsed |
 My bicycle was the cause of all this mess. I now walk. |