She rides naked down cobblestone streets.
Her stallion is red coated steel and black rubber,
And it burns a bit too hot under the ever
Watching gaze of the midday son.
She's a new myth, a modern marvel.
No long, flowing, blond hair to censor her;
Her pink hair spikes from the left side of her
Head, as proud and erect as her nipples.
The onlookers gawk in silent awe, punctuated
Only by the dying moans of jealous men
And guarded housewives who had a non-dress
Just like that once, a long time ago.
She rides tall and proud, a pink and red
Rainbow, her gentle smile strung across
Her face. Even if she wasn't sure when she
Put her hand on the clutch and her ass on the leather.
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