Profile: Mike the Bike

I wanted to share a poem I wrote for my brother on his 21st birthday. So here's a tribute to my not-so-little brother:

Mike the Bike ain't no tyke anymore.
Now he's all grown, chin fuzz his own,
And plans on his mind to soar.
Ain't no Mike I don't like,
Though some I truly favor.
Microwaves I can do without,
They rob away the flavor.
Microphones? Don't need their help,
I alone can hollar and yelp.
Microsoft, another type of monster,
Though keys and cookies ain't that gangster.
But Mike the Bike, you grass-eatin' rascal
No doubt in my mind, you win the tackle.
Ain't no Mike I could love more
Right on down to your soccer-lovin',
Bear-huggin', side-pinchin' core.