Philosophical Poetries

Ridiculous poetry by yours truely

His name is Lyle
He smiles with style
His profession is bile,
Which most people think was vile

But his heart was wild,
A child of the Nile,

to the shock of rank and file
he then biked a thousand miles
exhausted he collapsed on a soft, fluffy pile
but later found out he is now sterile

Overcoming his denial
He walked through the aisle
that was decorated with tiles
A number he dialed to reach his friend Kyle