Oct. 19, 2019

The Fool on the Bike

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.


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



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.

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