Poem for a nameless friend
marylogic
Posts: 355
Be-mulleted cyclist
In your faded hi-viz jacket
You're the only cyclist I see
On my friday morning cycle
The others are just bike riders.
In your faded hi-viz jacket
You're the only cyclist I see
On my friday morning cycle
The others are just bike riders.
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Sounds like you're talking about my mate Gary - he's known as Gary, the man with no nameThe dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns
momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.0 -
Does he have a mullet?0
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My daughter has a saxophone named Gary :roll: he can't ride a bike and doesn't sport a mullet either.
Does this help........?0 -
Post it in Commuters, they'll love it.0
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I like this,do you have anymore.0
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crumbschief wrote:I like this,do you have anymore.
Yes I've got a friend called Mike, his nickname is 'Other Friend Mike'The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns
momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.0 -
Blonde Polish cyclist
You smile at me every day
Where were you yesterday ?
Do you realise I'm married?
I wonder if you're a good catholic
I'm free Saturday morningPinno, מלך אידיוט וחרא מכונאי0 -
seanoconn wrote:Blonde Polish cyclistMangeur0
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Are you sure she's a lady? "Gary" has a blonde mullet, it would be easy to get mixed up if you were cycling faster than I do.
Or maybe Gary is a lady cyclist :?:
Oh I'm all confused now. :?0 -
Looking at this evidence, I assume Keats wasn't a cyclist.0
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Silver-haired grimpeur
On your Dawes Super Galaxy
Haven't put a foot down yet
Except for that time
On Mont Ventoux
I'm on a roll now
Middle class MAMIL
On full carbon road bike
You'd beat me in a sprint
But I'd have you
On a climb
Angry Bikeradar member
With a chip on your shoulder
Maybe your aggression
Stems from
An unhappy childhood
Wannabe pro
In full replica Sky kit
You're actually quite fast
But you look
Like a twit0 -
The Maserati to Saint Moritz,
The leggy blonde with enormous tits,
Arms smuggled and spies dispatched,
Of all the plans I've hatched.
These dreams in the still cold early morn,
take shape from under the duvet warm,
Of the things and people I'll prove to be,
Shattered in an instant by the sounds of CBBC.0 -
Ballysmate wrote:Looking at this evidence, I assume Keats wasn't a cyclist.Mangeur0
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Cheerful Dutch cycle-tourists
Pushing heavily laden bikes
Up the Lecht
Bet there's nothing quite like this
Back home0 -
This has potential to get completely out of hand
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