Oct. 19, 2019
Ah shure a small trip
around the forest tracks
with the borry of a bike
wouldn’t that be great
Ah shure wasn’t the swim a day in the fine bright sea
for a whole two months enough of an exercise
to take a ride up around the gentle hills
But shure be-jaysus it wasn’t
the legs wobbled jammed
the chest hammered
lungs a wheezing bagpipes
Then shure didn’t gettin on and off
feel very dodgy
the head spun it didn’t seem good at all
Feck shure didn’t the saddle
decide to drop without notice
and refuse to be fixed
Shit shure didn’t the cyclist
crouched and cramped
have to push himself
the rest of the way back
Well shure he got there
in the end dragged himself home
panting and red
Peter Clarke
6th September 2019
Leo Smyth
23.10.2019 16:12
Great stuff, Peter! I love the bit about the saddle.
Around age 55 I bought a mountain bike
Took two weeks to admit I couldn't even push it on the flat.
Colm
19.10.2019 21:29
Christ on a bike! Shure your gas.
Thanks Peter, you painted a big smile on my face. Went back to read it again.
Latest comments
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
Hi Peter,
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
Hugs,
John.x
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.