[ Oh joy of joys; I’ve got a new bike. It’s sleek black and shiny, resplendent with chrome and I fee

Oh joy of joys; I’ve got a new bike. It’s sleek black and shiny, resplendent with chrome and I feel like I’m flying as it whisks me back home. Its throaty exhaust is quite pleasing to the ear, and not like the nagging I was used to I fear, it’s a pleasure to ride any day any night, it never says no or pleads time of the month and when I’m astride her my world is all right.
When I’m out in the sun on the road on my bike, you can tell by my smile that it’s something I like, the girls over sea’s can wait for a year, with their nubile young bodies and succulent breasts, with their soft almond eyes, and inky black hair, they are ten a penny can have one in each hand, but a really good bike is so bloody rare,
She handles the corners with balletic ease, unlike my girl who was unwilling to please, she wouldn’t go down as she wasn’t quite sure, and to be perfectly honest bits of her scraped on the floor, not so with this my fantastic machine, when taking a corner goes down like a whore, flips straight back up and then asks for more. She’s a pleasure to look at a sight to behold, and won’t die her hair when she starts to get old.
It doesn’t  tell me lies, or go off in a mood, she’s mine and exclusive , exclusive to me and ready to go when I turn the key, I tickle its button and it starts right away, its button is bigger than the others was,  Is all I can say.
Oh joy of joy’s I’ve got a new bike “I’ve no need to be rich as I’ve got all I need” a sparkling new bike and best of all no bitch. So joy of joys I’ve got a new bike, and so far I’ve managed not to rhyme it with dyke, oh there you go I’ve gone and done it now.