Poem for Comet's Mini :)

There goes Comet,

in her mini that's brand new,

It hasn't earned it's name,

But Jim keeps calling it Wahoo.

Dennis wants to call it Peep,

But Comet's wants a tougher name,

If she gives it a wussy name,

She would be so ashamed.

She drives the zippy little thang,

To Chipotle's everyday,

She can't fit her burritos in the back,

But hey- that's okay.

Poor Rocketman,

He's worried about being able to fit,

But Tricomet reassured him, 

And he's no longer worried one bit!

"Make sure to pack light", she tells Brett,

No tri suit for you- a speedo it must be,

This mini is all about looks,

And practicality is no option as you see!

 That's it for now.  I am sure I'll add on by the end of the day