On A Bike Seat

“Gotta be tough to ride that saddle”

He said as we were on the road

“Not so tough, I lost the battle”

Said I and thereby broke the code.

Bones of steel and leather skin

I’ve had that seat for thirty seasons

New rides, but not the seat again

“Why” he pondered, “what’s the reason?”

It took a month of saddle time

To form this everlasting fit

We chafed painful flat and climb

Till it became my place to sit

Hand in glove is truth by half

With use a glove is made a twin

“This seat” I told him with a laugh

“Truth be told it broke me in”