In the pack,
In the pack,
Those at the front and them at the back,
Watch your distance, learn the knack,
Keep your place in this pedalling stack.
In the dip the water
lies,
An overtaking bike goes by,
Pedalling, puddling, piddling flies,
Back-wheel water in your eye.
Knobbly tyres as
thrums and hums,
Cold autumn air that tickles our tongues,
Out it goes and in it comes,
Pumping, thumping heart and lungs.
There on the back of
my tandem seat,
The girl with the pedalling furious feet,
Echoing every thrust and beat,
Flicking the beads from her ringles sweet.
Shimmering on
through recent frost,
Missing a pheasant that almost got squashed,
'Hang on there Dad I think Mum's got lost'
Off o' the back of the pack she got tossed.
All pull over, this
is it!
"We'll make it an official split"
"I wanna go fast, I don't want to quit!"
"Stay with us you impatient git!"
Here am I chatting
to Jade,
16-years-old beauteous maid,
Oops, do my best to look old and staid,
'Cos Sue's on my case and she'll 'ave me spade!
Then in the end in
the caf drinking tea,
Suddenly everyone's looking at me,
What's he up to, what can it be?
Andy's writing po-et-tree.
Andy Morley
19th November 2006
This was
written while cycling through Warwickshire one fine autumn
day.
