The Fish and the Bicycle

Consider the [physics]:
how could she pedal
with fragile [membranous] fins,
sit with slippery tail,
steer with gasping mouth?

She breaks the [ocean|surface],
peeks up goggle-eyed
at his bold chrome frame,
his knobby cocked [handlebar],
his rugged hunky tires.

[Dory] knows that [Schwinn|Schwinns] can't swim.
Undersea, the salt and wet
would rot his shapely seat,
rust his shining chain,
blister his [pearly] paint.

But she'd be happy to [drown] in the air,
flip and flop on the gritty [boardwalk],
shake to flakes in the stinking [heat]
for just a single slimy ride
on her [Adonis] machine.

A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle (poetry)