Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Hair Raisin' Ride

Too much junk food, so he was told

He needed exercise some more.

So sprayed me lots to help me hold,

And off ridin' a bike we tore.

Offered a helmet, he said no.

The squad assigned would protect him.

Through all the red lights we did go.

He would not stop, once on a whim.

With all the spray on me I got

Hit with a lot of flyin' stuff,

Especially the bugs a lot.

This ride could not quit fast enough.

I'd disappeared by the ride's end,

The famed Trump hair, gone with the wind.