AN ODE TO MY PEDICAB

Pedicab, pedicab, how I hate you...With your isinglass window and oval rear view...You're always the last to arrive on the scene... With folks who would rather be late than unseen. Downhill you're as swift as a doped snowshoe hare...Uphill it's a question you'll ever get there...I huff 'n' I pump, grunt, grind, fume  and swear: I'd trade for a trap and an old swaybacked mare.