In search of the BR poet laureate... (may take a while)

pinno

N+1

Once I had a bike
so I got another one I like.

Pinno, 2015

ballysmate

Our friend Pinno, a bit of a bard
To write a poem, he tried very hard

He started a thread, to show what he could do
But rhythm and metre, he hasn't a clue

So come on lads, give us a verse
Whatever you post, you can't do any worse.

(Not an entry btw)

pblakeney

Bollocks!

my_grandadʹs_bike

An ode to Sportives

I pedaled lonely in a crowd
The cadence high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a feed station
A host of old'en mamils
Beside the cake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and draughting in the breeze

homers_double

There once was a man called Dave
Who found a dead pross in a cave
He said thats disgusting, she only needs dusting
But think of the money I'll save.

Stevo_666

There was an old man called Pinno
Who crushed lots cans made of tinno
He's a bit of a t**t
But we don't mind that
If we've drunk boat loads of ginno.

pinno

[url=http://www.bikeradar.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=19760067#p19760067]Stevo 666[/url] wrote:

There was an old man called Pinno
Who crushed lots cans made of tinno
He's a bit of a t**t
But we don't mind that
If we've drunk boat loads of ginno.

You'll be sober in the morning Stevo.

The delete button is always handy.

Stevo_666

[url=http://www.bikeradar.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=19760072#p19760072]Pinno[/url] wrote:

[url=http://www.bikeradar.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=19760067#p19760067]Stevo 666[/url] wrote:

There was an old man called Pinno
Who crushed lots cans made of tinno
He's a bit of a t**t
But we don't mind that
If we've drunk boat loads of ginno.

You'll be sober in the morning Stevo.

The delete button is always handy.

I was quite pleased with it actually

pinno

I just hope you are better with numbers than letters.

seanoconn

Polish Christmas

Muddy carp swimming in my tub
It's been 3 days I need a bath
Go to sleep boney fish
Stop moving you're really annoying me
I'm going to kill you

pinno

Ode to the green stuff

Oh nose, my only nose
The volume it produces
God only knows

Could I, would I
Pedal and snort
leaving trails of green,
On tarmac and verge
with mud it will merge
dripping off the machine
a slippery trap
for the guy off the back.

A tissue, a tissue
My Haribo for a tissue...

finchy

A cycling haiku

My legs are a blur
Through the gears, then I slip and
Crush balls on crossbar

pinno

TLW

To him we must respect
(Lesser men take note)
For there is a man who lives
Alongside the wood and the river
In deepest darkest Shropshire
Along with the wife, 2 kids and his liver
For this man has pedalled miles
In weathers to make one shiver
Fuelled exclusively with ale
Not by pint or yard but by pail
Not a ditch has gone un-frequented
Not a pub has remained untainted
(No lamp-post or bush unchristened)
So it is this man we must look up to
To cycle inebriated yet straight
Is a trick us mortals can't berate
On his top tube is this
which makes him hard to miss:

Candy
Is dandy
But liquor
Is quicker.

bobmcstuff

[url=http://www.bikeradar.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=19759531#p19759531]my grandad's bike[/url] wrote:

An ode to Sportives

I pedaled lonely in a crowd
The cadence high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a feed station
A host of old'en mamils
Beside the cake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and draughting in the breeze

This is excellent work.

chris_bass

If it is nice, ride a bike
when too windy, fly a kite
If you're a geek, there's always zwift
for a the digitally proficient and swift
but never, never, never, never
be tempted to become a crudder