I was reading the letters page in my local newspaper last week and there was some pillock moaning about cyclists and how they all jump red lights, pavement cycle and that they should have tax and registration and all the normal anti cycling nonsense that is pedalled (excuse the pun) the world over.
So rather than send in a long and ranting letter I wrote this poem which they printed in yesterdays Eastbourne Herald.
We cycle here, we cycle there
We don’t pollute the atmosphere
And at red lights, I always do stop
But when cars fly on through, there’s never a cop
Riding past drivers in traffic queues
Their legs staying idle and so rarely used
Choking the air that we all have to breathe
And they have the nerve to sit there and seethe
If all drivers didn’t take drugs, drink drive or speed
Then to pavement ride, there should be no need
And when it gets dark, my lights they shine bright
But some drivers can’t see us by day let alone night
With each clean revolution converting our stride
From point A to B, we travel with pride
And those misguided souls who think we should pay
What, for cutting pollution? I don’t think so, no way
So lets hear it for the self-propelled
There’s not much left to save this world
And make the air so much cleaner
And the panet we live on safer and greener
two wheeled…p…p…people