Still, somehow, in Barcelona. Really dragging my heels at this point.
BSA, Carlton and Peugeot and Galaxy -
I still remember the names that I rode.
Horizon & Circe (the tandem that slipped away -
Someone broke into my garage and strode
Into the night with 2-seater tucked under
Their arm to the fence who gave a few pence
For the bike which perhaps somewhere in the blue yonder
Two love-birds are riding from Cornwall to Kent:
*Two* Galaxies stolen? That must have carelessness.
Leaving my bike on the train like a fool
(They said it was found but I think that the railwaymen
Stationed in Bournemouth thought it would be cool
To let it slip through some strange crack in space-time.)
That one was a gift from my Dad and my brother
And unlike the first one, its theft was not covered.
This list could go on - can I really be bothered
To cycle at all? The bus suits me fine.
Now that’s an original. Leave it to the professionals, I find myself thinking... 😉
There's a fourth name for bicycles - some might call it rude
But it's one that is used rather often I fear;
I won't spell it out in case there's a prude
within earshot (I wouldn't want them to hear).
It's short, to the point and can vary at will
But it gets to the nub when you're dumped in a ditch
And it acts as a salve when you've just had your fill -
Unbelievable, blistering son of a ..........
I hate to think just how often this fourth name might bubble up in the blistering heat of the Sahara... Very clever indeed HB 😉
Very clever! Best wishes to you and Madonna. Plus whatever else Madonna calls herself! XX
I’ve heard whispers it’s something like Christina Aguilera but that’s not confirmed...
BSA, Carlton and Peugeot and Galaxy -
I still remember the names that I rode.
Horizon & Circe (the tandem that slipped away -
Someone broke into my garage and strode
Into the night with 2-seater tucked under
Their arm to the fence who gave a few pence
For the bike which perhaps somewhere in the blue yonder
Two love-birds are riding from Cornwall to Kent:
*Two* Galaxies stolen? That must have carelessness.
Leaving my bike on the train like a fool
(They said it was found but I think that the railwaymen
Stationed in Bournemouth thought it would be cool
To let it slip through some strange crack in space-time.)
That one was a gift from my Dad and my brother
And unlike the first one, its theft was not covered.
This list could go on - can I really be bothered
To cycle at all? The bus suits me fine.
Now that’s an original. Leave it to the professionals, I find myself thinking... 😉
There's a fourth name for bicycles - some might call it rude
But it's one that is used rather often I fear;
I won't spell it out in case there's a prude
within earshot (I wouldn't want them to hear).
It's short, to the point and can vary at will
But it gets to the nub when you're dumped in a ditch
And it acts as a salve when you've just had your fill -
Unbelievable, blistering son of a ..........
I hate to think just how often this fourth name might bubble up in the blistering heat of the Sahara... Very clever indeed HB 😉
Very clever! Best wishes to you and Madonna. Plus whatever else Madonna calls herself! XX
I’ve heard whispers it’s something like Christina Aguilera but that’s not confirmed...