Here is my extended metaphore poem due monday, what do you all think?
If I were a bike, ide rather be blue
Not KTM orange or the color of roost
Not KTM orange or the color of roost
If I was the machine, who jumped so far
From dirt to dirt, so lightweight,
Unlike a car
That would deteriorate.
From dirt to dirt, so lightweight,
Unlike a car
That would deteriorate.
If I had, a motor so tourque so fast
So high preformance
That’d never be passed
So high preformance
That’d never be passed
Ide ride everyday, until I seize up
From the power inside me, that would never give up.
From the power inside me, that would never give up.