Posted on 21 June 2007
When bicycles stand by the wall
And tyre-treads leave a tell-tale trail
And flapjack’s in the village hall
And Arrivée’s the Holy Grail
When blood is nipt and ways be foul
Then randonneurs are on the prowl,
A mass of legs all pushing hard:
“Will you please stamp my brevet card?”
When lanes are all awash with skog
And Charlotte finds a garden cane
And Hummers gives Chris S a snog
And Comet’s gears have gone again
Amidst all this mayhem and trauma
We must be on the Willie Warmer!
A mass of legs all pushing hard:
“Will you please stamp my brevet card?”
W. Spokesheer.