ARROW ELITE
In a realm of twist and twine,
where the sun does barely shine,
The Arrow Elite, can’t be beat, in the lubricated line.
Its spin’s not rough,
thanks to the stuff,
that makes its bearing glide,
“Thick lube” it craves,
in tidal waves,
it’s the secret it can’t hide.
Drenched in oil,
it won’t recoil,
as it spirals without end,
It’s the greasy spell,
I can tell,
that makes it my dear friend.
With every splash of that luscious stash,
it becomes a dream machine,
Slippery, slick, it’s so quick,
a sight that’s rarely seen.
A drop or two, it’s brand new,
ready for another spree,
That glossy coat,
helps it float,
like a leaf upon the sea.
So in a world of dry despair,
with friction everywhere,
Arrow Elite, takes a seat,
in the throne of silky air.
Oh, lubrication’s fascination,
brings the magic to the show,
For Arrow Elite, in its oily feat,
is the King of the yo-yo flow!
Lee
