Mary-Claire raised her bicycle seat,
Till she scarce reached the ground with her feet,
For it’s lovely to straddle
Your bicycle saddle
And come as you go down the street!
Tag: bicycle saddle
But wear a helmet
Underneath her skirt naked, wet, slick…
She bent down, gave the leather a lick…
Sat astride the hard saddle…
Slip-sliding astraddle…
Rode off… pedal, whir, giggle, click!