Beaten By Apes
The apes are winning because they stole the fastest bike.
We are trying to keep up, but I am riding a rusty trike.
They are mountain climbing as fast as they can.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s be the man!
The apes are ahead, by too many laps to count.
They are laughing the day away on the bike they mount.
I am irritated now, for they are gloating so hard.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s move our lard!
The apes just won the contest, and the golden prize.
I was so angry, I could barely see out of my irritated eyes.
They got the purple ribbon, and they bragged away.
Frankly, my partner has had a much better day.
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