A Vulture and his Vanity

Hooray, new bike project! This is a Free Spirit "Greenbriar" I bought at a Wichita Farmer's Market for $30 during a trip home and, coincidentally, Bike to Work Week. Which meant...someone was selling a bike at the market! My first "my" bike was a also a hunter's green Free Spirit (purchased at G Oscar's in Tulsa), although I learned yesterday that my original bike is of higher quality than this one. It has mainly to do with welding, which I know very very (very) little about. But here are two lovely phrases that are (I believe) related to bike-related welding: "double-butted" and "with lugs". The bike above is a little lacking in the lugging :) It is also rust-encrusted, as seen in picture two. Break out the steel wool!!! Now i wish i'd drawn a picture of a steel sheep. :( Maybe next time. Today's poem is a little all-over-the-place. I couldn't get it to gel. But it's about a Vulture who is disgusted by his looks. I think this one is a subconscious manifestation of my on-going War Against Acne, which i just cannot seem to win. But...we are not finished yet. :) Here's Vernon Vulture's poem:

Vernon Vulture made a mask
To hide his naked head--
He never dared remove it,
Even when he went to bed.
"For who would be my friend if they
Saw this?!" The Vulture cried,
"It's difficult to eat the dead
When I look like I've died!"
But Vernon's handiwork was...let's say...
Juvenile, at best.
His second face, though more fleshed-out,
Looked mopey and depressed.
"At least it's handsome--like a prince!"
The vain old vulture mused.
But then he noticed: Ev'ryone
Who met him, left confused.
"A bird who bears a human face?
What new-found beast was that?"
So Vernon, over-hearing, blushed,
And bought himself a hat.
"This wide-brimmed hat will do the trick!
Forget the silly mask!
I'll shroud myself in shadow, and
If anybody asks
To see my face, I'll simply say
'The sunlight hurts my eyes'--
And if they press the matter, I'll
Find refuge in the skies!
I'll tell them, to complete the trick,
I'm just a common crow.
If they suggest I'm far to large,
I'll glare, and challenge: 'So?'