Blackfriars Blues - A cycle commute rant
At the light,
Just five from e-t-a,
My silver pump went overboard
onto the tarmac grey..
Alas! I cried and pulled right in
Hopped off my trusty steed
To wait aside for a moments peace
when traffic might recede.
Fellow cyclists, drivers too
passed round the fallen lock
the stream of hubub, eta
was passed along the clock.
But Lo! a break within the crowds,
'Just after this' I sigh
But 'this' turned out to be a racer*
I noticed with a cry -
"Don't do it! Please! I've waited here..."
But this to no avail
He smashed my pump to smitherines
The city heard me wail.
The pump, no value can be placed
Upon its lowly worth
At least I gave those pedestrians
A morning's glance of mirth.
* the racer was a car, not a bike. people on bike racers usually have a good view of obstacles on the road.
Darn it. darn them all. my emotional attachment to bike parts would not lend me to this career path. (and my speed might be a bit of an issue)