Ode to a pedal-bite
With pedals light,
Swift crank-arms spin.
Sweet cobra strikes,
In a metal skin.
Pins of steel,
Unyielding jaws,
Rusted meal
From shinbone flows.
Ode to a thread in the wrong forum
I see “Unicyclist”
at the top of the page
but what’s all that chicken scratch underneath?
Oh, look!
A “new thread” button!
I’m going to post something…
about unicycling!
No 661? Oh how fun!
to be bit on the shin, without even one!
So from now on, I’ll wear them with pride,
no matter how some, may laugh and deride.
So better safe than sorry, and bloody and scarry,
Or I’ll just stay at home, and play my Atari! 
(TP)
Oh you, with good knees,
with good bones and good steeds,
with fun to be had,
not sad nor unglad.
My pedals are good ones,
with pins and no hoodlums,
but they have been lonely,
without someone to ride them,
oh no, the lament of a pedal.
nice!
A Haiku by me
I laugh really hard,
at other people’s boo-boos
Sorry about that 
great responses all,
don’t forget to vote “best thread”
where pointless compete