My Love is like a Roller Chain Sprocket
My love asked me "Do you love me, my love?"
I looked through the window at the sunlight
playing upon a Roller Chain Sprocket
on the bench
'neath the spreading boughs of June.
"My love", I said, "is like unto a Roller Chain Sprocket."
"For its teeth are chamfered to prevent wear."
"For it is steadfast, yet freely rotating."
"For it is available with from one to three bushings."
"But," I said, "My heart has but one bushing for you."
"And it is fixed with a pin to the drive axle,"
"which can stick if it hasn't been serviced in a while."
My love sipped his tea with flustered hands.