Carrying out a threat...

In response to a recent post to the effect that I shouldn't mention this noble literary effort called a blog on our club email list: This guy, a friend, I think, can fix your bike When he's not racing other geezers round The track. That crusty oaf says take a hike! —But listen to my bike's nice purring sound! Mechanics perfect, rhyme and scan, my verse Is like a motorcycle from his shop. Uncouth, though, just as bad as he or worse— I guess we'll be that way until we drop.