First Requested Write

A Man Named Mike
By Josh Watkins

There is a man whose name is Mike,
He drives a car, while I am stuck with a bike.
The car may be sweet to him, but not to me,
I don't think it can go above 83!
The steering wheel isn't right,
Water comes through the floors on a rainy night.
The right window is broke,
Is this car a joke?
At least the radio can keep a beat,
It's the only thing that can beat the heat.
Yet he has a car and I am on my third bike.
He is done with school for good, and has a job,
While I am stuck with the high school mob.
I have to admit, he is good at sports,
On any field, pavement, and courts.
At age 25, he has no wife,
Is he planning to be wild and free for life?!
His taste for music is so fine,
Country tunes have been with him for a long time.
He is like the older brother I never had,
Totally cool and totally rad.
His name is Mike and there is no doubt,
He is what it is all about.

One of the first pieces I was requested to write. Mike B was trying to imitate my English teacher by asking me to write this half jokingly. I obliged.

This poem also dates me a bit because I now drive a car and Mike's car at the time was a 90s Pontiac Grand AM that had problems. I am now a senior in college. 

My effort was to try to be as silly as possible and I think I succeeded.